{$title} tw: content takes place within a nightmare. describes topics such as death, paranoia, and flesh wounds
The land had warped itself in twisting, writhing shadow's since she had last been here. A simple path in the dim gloom that led her to him had shifted into something more earthly. Dry, dusty soil that collected small clouds at the edge of every step bled into coiling walls of oil and sludge. Somewhere above it melted and broke off into points of towering pines, barren branches looming in jagged apparitions.
There is something distant of decay, here. Snd the familiar path once traveled did not lead to Sablestar this time. Not alive, at least. His body lay in the emptiness from before, a light with no source flickering over top. The flesh of his throat exposed, but no blood pools from the wound. In fact, they unsettling scent does not appear to come from Sablestar's corpse at all, but rather surrounds the entire clearing like a fog.
A small cough would alert Sealdawn to someone behind her, as if materialized straight from the air. If she looked in front of her again, she would see that the corpse was no longer there. "You're here again." Sablestar's voice echoed into the dark mist, tone suspicious. "That's not normally how it goes, lately..." One detail that remained, however, was the gruesome display of injury remained.
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