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A long way to go.

Uncertain fate ahead.

Follow the river bed.

There are no clearings in this forest.

Few hours of light remain.

The frost covers the stones.

Wolves howl in the distance.

It's easy to lose your mind.

The shadows whisper.

The weed suffocates you.

Never look back.

The cold is now a chain.

Legs and eyes are useless here.

It is inevitable to fall to the ground.

This forest will be your tomb.

This forest, beautiful place to die.