In my dreams, I am in the jungle, a deserted place, creeping with darkness and wildlings.
And I'm finding my way; my way out of the void of fowl air and gross darkness.
But, something is out there lurking in the darkness.
A beast. An angry beast. I feel its trails; I can smell it sweats and fear and grunts. I can feel it snare.
What does the beast look like?
I don't know, I do not know...
That's when I wake from my sleep.

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