“I repeated the same process, and this time, the meadow…” — Morbid at 33:05
“I repeated the same process, and this time, the meadow around me was more crisp. I could feel the breeze, the warm sun on my face, and hear the grass rustling as I moved toward the tree. I paused for a moment by the tree and watched the green gold orbs drift about. When one crossed to me and danced in front of me, I…”
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