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You are running through a forest.

It is late at night and the sky is as black as pitch.

The trees which surround you, jutting out of the earth like eerie monuments to a foreign god, are blotting out most of the moonlight.

You do not know where you are going.

You have no map; no route; no plan.

You have no desire, as you run, save to escape.

You cannot let yourself be caught.

All you can do is run,