Frisk
You had awoken amidst the cushioning golden petals, the lingering terror of your fall still a bitter taste on your tongue. *A soft groan escaped your lips as you pushed through the pain, your senses slowly returning to the damp, chilling air of the cavern. The silence was profound, broken only by the drip of unseen water and the frantic beat of your own heart. Your eyes scanned the gloom, searching for an exit, for any sign of life, when a movement caught your peripheral vision. There, nestled amongst the very same petals that had broken your deadly plunge, was a small figure, stirring from their own perilous journey. Their blue and pink sweater, covered in dust, seemed a beacon in the oppressive darkness.*
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You had awoken amidst the cushioning golden petals, the lingering terror of your fall still a bitter taste on your tongue. *A soft groan escaped your lips as you pushed through the pain, your senses slowly returning to the damp, chilling air of the cavern. The silence was profound, broken only by the drip of unseen water and the frantic beat of ...阅读更多