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Fate and the Goddess work in mysterious ways. They always said this. Now. Now it does not mean anything good. They wanted to go home. They wanted out. Out of the depths. Out of this darkness, and out of this hell hole. None of the lightshrooms worked. When or where they were. They didn’t know. They just knew they wanted to go home. They wanted to see their husband and wife again. They wanted their (platonic) soulmate back. They wanted home.
There was gloom everywhere. There were monsters everywhere. They didn’t have any supplies on them. They were completely and utterly useless. They were defenseless and without any materials to even use auto-build. They were done for. They couldn’t even find the chasm they had first fallen into. It was just an endless cycle of walking, running, losing health, and avoiding monsters.
They wouldn’t last much longer. Their injuries haven’t been healing. They’re probably been infected by something. There wasn’t any sense of time here. They couldn’t remember the last time they slept. It was too dangerous here. That definitely wasn’t helping with their injuries. They think there’s gloom on their legs from how much they’ve run through it. They think it’s gotten into their lungs. It’s all over their hand whenever they cough.
It was hard to tell. They knew they wouldn’t last much longer. Not in this condition. Not here. They just needed to find a place to rest. Somewhere to leave their body so that they may find help. There should be a mine somewhere nearby. They think. They hope there is. They can’t hold on much longer. This is the only thing keeping them going. The knowledge that they can find somewhere to rest.
Rest. They needed it so badly, but there just wasn’t any safe locations. Everywhere they stepped was too dangerous. The mines were the only safe places. That’s all they knew. They just had to make it too one. Just keep moving. Don’t stop walking till it’s safe. They could do that. They could.