The girl winds her way down the path. She finds a large stone to sit down on and decides it's time to stop for a moment. Looking up at the moon, she breathes in the cool night air and waits. The air feels empty. No one stands close to her to comfort her and the gods do not answer her whispers on the breeze. She looks out across the rolling hills and sighs.
She stands up and begins walking again. The ache in her chest makes her steps hesitant and makes her feel small. The path ahead is slow going, with many steps leading ever upwards. She knows she can make it but it feels like she will never see the sun again, or feel the hands upon her flesh that she so hungrily needs. She fights the urge to lay down, wrapping her arms around herself as she continues to slowly walk the path in front of her.
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