The sun went behind the trees, The rushing water guided me forward., A twig snapped under my foot., The more I walked, the more the trees groaned., The wind whispered in my ears., My heart raced., Panic gripped me., I ran as quickly as I could., I had to get out of that place., I had to escape.,

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