Winter's POV: A long line of trees lay up ahead, stretching on for what seems like forever. There are two owls on three trees, and they turn 360 toward me. My insight screams. Where am I? These are not parts of the forest I'm familiar with, and I have no idea when and how I got here. Where exactly is here? I scan my surroundings. The moon is blood red again, the sight making my skin crawl. My insight screams at me, telling me to get out of here, and fast. I sprint, trying to find a clearing, an escape, anything away from the creepy forest. The trees are alive, or that's what it looks like. They have ugly faces and sing a creepy tune. The owls follow me, adding more bad vibes to the scene. The ground is soggy, like it just finished raining, slowing me down. It sticks to my feet and the bottom of the dress I'm in. My powers aren't working well, shooting me forward at times, other times pushing me back. Finally, when it feels like I'm about to faint from exhaustion, I spot what s
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