[ Still, the heat startles her and she backs away. She needs to rest before she confronts it again, if only for a moment, and walks to the tree, leaning against it, trying to stay awake. ]
[ Up close to the tree, you can see that its leaves are lush and green, but not of any species you can particularly identify. Actually, it's more like... the platonic ideal of a tree?
And still, taking a rest beneath its branches feels like the most natural thing in the world, somehow.
You sit, and you surely don't mean to nod off, but you find yourself drifting off anyway.
You don't remember what you dream, but you wake up to strange pinpricks—as though your leg had fallen asleep, but across your entire body. . .
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And still, taking a rest beneath its branches feels like the most natural thing in the world, somehow.
You sit, and you surely don't mean to nod off, but you find yourself drifting off anyway.
You don't remember what you dream, but you wake up to strange pinpricks—as though your leg had fallen asleep, but across your entire body. . .
Oh, what an embarrassing position for you. ]
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