>Oh well.
>Pick a direction at random and head that way.
> You decide to just wander through the field, and into the forest.
> It's broad daylight, so the sun shining through the trees' branches provide more than enough light. Having headed in the direction, you don't see the path you followed the first time you were here. It's just an ordinary forest, wherever you look. Cicadas' cries only waver when the wind blows, pushing against your back and blowing your sleeves in front of you. The air is sweet and clean, just as a forest should smell. Everything seems vibrant, like there was rain recently, but it's not muddy or humid in here.
> After some meandering around, you come into a clearing with tall grass. You remember this place, too. You're sure you went in a different direction, but maybe you looped back.
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