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Twilight had fallen, casting the lightest shimmer of light over the verdant land. Elizabeth found herself traveling to this place once more, a place that she had not been able to return to. Sticks, folded over one another to create a mysterious geometric figure, crunched beneath the heels of her shoes as she walked, her veins bleeding with purpose and determination. When she saw it, her chest tightened slightly. At last, she had come to this place.