No, you insist. Either he shows you the way out now, or you'll find it yourself. The man looks about nervously. But I don't understand. He says, it comes for you all in the end. Why put up a fight? What does you ask? What do you mean? Do you have any idea? How many of you have come through here
over the years, all lost, all desperate to escape. Just look around you, and now you see it, every little limb protruding from the ground, the mosaic of screaming children's faces set into the bark of every tree, and the countless number of bleached bone shards scattered across the forest floor. This whole place is a graveyard. And again comes that sickening, screeching noise. Wait, he says, as you turn to run. If you want any chance of getting away, you'll need these.
He pulls a blue silk scarf and an ornate wooden comb from his satchel, and handsome to you. When it gets close, throw down this scarf, and in its place a great river will emerge, over which it will struggle to cross. Then, with some distance between you, throw down this comb, and a vast bramble forest will grow to stand in its way. Head that way, he says, pointing out at the forest, And do not look back, no
matter what. Now, quick, he says, suddenly gripped by pain, as blood begins streaming from his eyes and his skin begins to rupture and tear in fleshy pieces from his face. From behind him, distant trees begin to bend and park. Something is flying toward you through the air. It's coming. Run and then you turn sprinting as fast as you can, trying to shut out the sound of his screams that
are soon drowned by that relentless, terrifying screech. And now you are tearing through the trees, leaping everything that gets on your way, as the sound gets nearer and nearer, until finally you release the scarf. The moment it hits the ground, there as a mighty rumble as the earth shapes, nearly knocking you from your feet, but you press on, not looking back, as the ground is ripped apart and from within the vast body of water brushes to the surface.
A few more steps and you release the cone. It bounces on the forest floor and comes to a stop at the base of a tree, and in seconds the comb is splipped onto its back, and from each of its teeth, a giant vine of frambles emerges, wrapping itself around a tree and shooting off in all directions as a dense forest within a forest begins to take hold, and on you run, never looking back, never stopping once to see what had taken place, And now that sound
is dissipating, becoming a distant memory somewhere deep within the forest, and up ahead you see daylight streaming through the canopy, and beyond that a bright blue sky and the golden fields of wheat, Until finally you are free out of the forest and into the warm air of a bright summer's day. You find your bike just where you left it, and in an instant you were back on the road, peddling furiously away as what was once a huge impen a triple forest proceeds ever further and further away in
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