She trudged reluctantly through the never ending labrinth. The ominous silence threatening her sanity, the path ahead seems blurry. The lack of human contact caused her to relate to interpreted reality as a substitute. She tripped on a thick, uneven branch causing her to fall on to a huge, dense pine tree. Her eyelids feel heavy, the idea of sleep sending her into a euphoric state then reality hit, she had to keep going the remaining sunlight before dark would be crucial in her state. She latched onto an uneven branch, hauled herself up and took the only path, forward.
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