Rishang bolted upright, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. Disoriented, he found himself sprawled on the damp forest floor, the chilling scent of pine needles filling his nostrils. His head throbbed, a dull ache resonating behind his eyes. Memories flickered like dying embers: laughter echoing through the woods, the carefree days of his youth spent exploring with friends. These woods, carved with their childish secrets, now held an unsettling silence.
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He pushed himself up, legs shaky and limbs protesting. The familiar landmarks of his youth – the moss-covered rock, the gnarled oak with its hidden hollow – offered a semblance of comfort. Yet, an unsettling disquiet gnawed at him. This wasn't his usual escape from the city's chaos. This was… different.
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The air crackled with a strange energy, the hairs on his arms standing on end. He turned towards the city, his heart hammering in his chest. A monstrous storm raged above, its inky tendrils clawing at the twilight sky. Panic pulsed through the streets below, a frantic exodus of terrified figures fleeing the unnatural phenomenon.
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But something about the storm, its unnatural fury, its almost…sentient presence, sent a shiver down his spine. Curiosity, a spark of defiance against the primal urge to run, ignited within him. He wouldn't cower. He had to see, to understand.
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Rishang, with a deep breath, set his jaw in determination. Ignoring the pounding of his heart and the rising tide of fear, he started running, drawn towards the heart of the storm, towards the unknown.
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