That maroon, metallic tasting fluid, seeping from the wounds, pouring out like a stream, flowing like a river. It burns, yet can feel so good. The warmth covering the body, while the burning pain keeping that feeling numbed, but what matter is it? It hurts too much for me to think. I don’t even understand how I got here. I remember…trees. A lot of trees, or was it clouds? Trees and clouds surrounding me on each side I believe!

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