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I was almost there. I could see the clearing ahead of me, could see the light filtering out of the trees in almost microscopic fibers, casting an ethereal glow on the green leaves. Unceasingly, I ran on. Freedom was almost tangible, so close. And yet the stretch between me and my goal seemed to grow longer with each running leap.
Swept away by the water, I let the current carry me deep into the blackness. Cold accompanied me, along with a sense of completeness. I was home. All was well.
Breath, beating heart, running. Wind, through hair. Feet pounding. Eyes wide open.
No control. Only chaos.
Swirling. Spinning.
Then… silence. Still.