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[ You can hear the howl of the banshee's cry under the glow of the chimarae moons high above. Shattered banners stained crimson with the blood of your ancestors surround you, hanging over the ancient battlefields of the long abandoned break in this frozen forest you've been forced into. Ten thousand broken blades polished to near mirror shine glint on the frosted ground, their shards a memory of something long lost. Shafts of pale light echo downwards through the treetrops from the ancient veins in the endless sky. You can hear the pounding of the drums beating from your damned veins the moment the howling starts. The hunters can already smell your blood before you realise you've been nicked. Old, razor wire-like thorn bushes several miles back damned you in the darkness while you tried to crawl rather than sprint. The slice in your veins spilling your smell and taste onto the ground, and making you obvious. The hunt has begun and you're already trailing behind the hunters in your ignorance of having already been caught. They know where you are. They can hear your ancestors in your veins. And now, they're stalking you in the cold light of the twilight days. They had no more need for darkness or subtlety here, for there's nowhere left to hide for you or them anymore. You will die here, rang the voices. You will die. They've come to finish the job they began so long ago when they hunted your forebears. This forest is not a forest, the sky above is not actually the sky, your blood is not your blood, and your death will not be a death. Your language is lacking for this endless confusing dream-like nonsense land where you are hunted by never-born things from a void, lit by a sky of something that isn't light, in a forest where even the air is alive and everything wants to kill, while you bleed your family's history in the frost below. Your eyes adjust as you force your feet onward, demanding an escape from this fractured and corrupt reality you've found yourself in. Now you must sprint in light, where you once crawled in darkness. Run, and never stop running. The wild hunt has found you and now your only option is to run. ]