They search for her. Without rest. Navigating under mossy limbs of large cedars. It is dark. The blackness of the trees and the moist green moss creates an intoxicating--dizzying--feeling. And all the while they call out for her. Nothing.
She hears their calls. But the light behind her eyes has died. "I am silent inside," she whispers to no one.
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