She thoroughly made her way across the trench. The sky was burgundy, fading to a light shade of lavender. Out of the distance she came, revealing herself to the land, beautifully, flawlessly, admirably. The hills seemed to grow to mountains and the grass became red carnations. Her feet seemed untouched by the spikes as the laid her gentle soles to the ground. Soon she got to the edge of the field and had a look of despair. It was in the pond, soon becoming an endless ocean. 'Shakatukaro?' Tears fell down her face and into the water that was rising around her ankles.
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