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PUSH ON MOSS
The moss readily clears away, chunks of soil falling away with it. Beyond and upwards are roots, which you grab and pull yourself up through a small opening. The light overwhelms your senses. Sunlight. You shield your eyes.
Out of the hole you stand uneasily. The ground is soft and unstable, mossy and with puddles. Nothing like the hard cold floor. You are not sure if you like it.
You are deep within a forest. The dark room from which you came seems so far removed now. The trees manifest all stages of their life cycle, from the young to the very old. Curiously, all are the same species of tree, easily identifiable for their smooth or polished bark.
The forest is under a quickly receeding sunsent.
Although you cannot see the sun, the source of the light is directly ahead.
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