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Whiteness. That was all he could see. No shapes. No colors. Just whiteness.

But there were sounds. Familiar ones. The music of the forest, with the chattering of its residence and the tussling of the leaves, thickened the air around him. At least, he thought he was in the air. He stared around, trying to find something in the whiteness. Nothing. Not even himself. Whenever he looked down, he couldn't see himself. "Is it one of those dreams?" he thought to himself.

And then the sounds stopped. Nothing to hear except for the buzzing white. The change was so abrupt that it took him some time to register the new quietness. Then some other sensation started to clog his mind. A swarm of spiders trickled up his back. Crab hands squeezed around his head ever so gently. There was something there that shouldn't be. Yes, it was fear that he was feeling. He zoomed around desperate to see the intruder, but he was only meant by whiteness. There was nothing there. There was no one there.

No, not true. There! Off in the distance. Black. Narrow. Fast. Very fast. And then there was a sound, one that he was all too familiar with. The cry of a liboratar, the most free creature of the forest. Sure enough, the black mass started to form. Green fade over the black. Long tail and wings protruded outwards. The blazing star eyes shining like thorny beacons. The very embodiment of the forest. It - it was him! No mistaking it. That liboratar was Sinpente.

Then the fear began to boil over his skin. It was eating away at every being of himself. He began to tremble violently, ready to be shaken apart like the leaves of a dead tree. Try as much as he could, he was unable to move. Something was very wrong here, but he couldn't tell what, and not knowing didn't exactly helped his nerves. Then, without much warning, the liboratar glided towards him. It stopped right in front of him and landed on a branch that he couldn't see. And it just stood there, blank impression on it's face, before leaning over to him and said only two words in his voice.

I'm sorry.

Screeching suddenly tore through his ears, and darkness soon followed shortly afterwards. He was enclosed somewhere. What is it? A cave? No, it looks more like a hollowed tree, for there was still an opening in front of him to the white outside where his other was standing. At least, where he was standing. He tried to turn, but he couldn't. He tried to move forward, but he was blocked by what felt like a wall, or he thought it was a wall. Then he felt movement, the ground beneath him shaking, but he could not fly away. He - he was tipping forward. And then there a dark hole, right in front of him, appeared from below. Many painful sounds swept over him. Whizzing. Clanking. Thundering. The hole was growing larger. He was falling, and there was nothing he can do about it! "No! Not like this!"

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Sinpente laid there motionless. Every part of his body ached. Just attempting to open his still sleeping eyes was a challenge. He squinted, trying to make out where he was. It was dark. Dusk perhaps. He at least could still make out figures. Trees. Vines. The ground. And in the smug darkness, there was something else.

Glayudte was sitting right over him.

Description
Whiteness. That was all he could see. No shapes. No colors. Just whiteness.

But there were sounds. Familiar ones. The music of the forest, with the chattering of its residence and the tussling of the leaves, thickened the air around him. At least, he thought he was in the air. He stared around, trying to find something in the whiteness. Nothing. Not even himself. Whenever he looked down, he couldn't see himself. "Is it one of those dreams?" he thought to himself.

And then the sounds stopped. Nothing to hear except for the buzzing white. The change was so abrupt that it took him some time to register the new quietness. Then some other sensation started to clog his mind. A swarm of spiders trickled up his back. Crab hands squeezed around his head ever so gently. There was something there that shouldn't be. Yes, it was fear that he was feeling. He zoomed around desperate to see the intruder, but he was only meant by whiteness. There was nothing there. There was no one there.

No, not true. There! Off in the distance. Black. Narrow. Fast. Very fast. And then there was a sound, one that he was all too familiar with. The cry of a liboratar, the most free creature of the forest. Sure enough, the black mass started to form. Green fade over the black. Long tail and wings protruded outwards. The blazing star eyes shining like thorny beacons. The very embodiment of the forest. It - it was him! No mistaking it. That liboratar was Sinpente.

Then the fear began to boil over his skin. It was eating away at every being of himself. He began to tremble violently, ready to be shaken apart like the leaves of a dead tree. Try as much as he could, he was unable to move. Something was very wrong here, but he couldn't tell what, and not knowing didn't exactly helped his nerves. Then, without much warning, the liboratar glided towards him. It stopped right in front of him and landed on a branch that he couldn't see. And it just stood there, blank impression on it's face, before leaning over to him and said only two words in his voice.

I'm sorry.

Screeching suddenly tore through his ears, and darkness soon followed shortly afterwards. He was enclosed somewhere. What is it? A cave? No, it looks more like a hollowed tree, for there was still an opening in front of him to the white outside where his other was standing. At least, where he was standing. He tried to turn, but he couldn't. He tried to move forward, but he was blocked by what felt like a wall, or he thought it was a wall. Then he felt movement, the ground beneath him shaking, but he could not fly away. He - he was tipping forward. And then there a dark hole, right in front of him, appeared from below. Many painful sounds swept over him. Whizzing. Clanking. Thundering. The hole was growing larger. He was falling, and there was nothing he can do about it! "No! Not like this!"

------------

Sinpente laid there motionless. Every part of his body ached. Just attempting to open his still sleeping eyes was a challenge. He squinted, trying to make out where he was. It was dark. Dusk perhaps. He at least could still make out figures. Trees. Vines. The ground. And in the smug darkness, there was something else.

Glayudte was sitting right over him.