She trotted through the foggy forest, the wet, dew-soaked dirt squelching between her toes. She did not know why she did not have on her geta, or why her white kimono was stained with mud and something else that smelled metallic. Her silky hair was loose, draping over her shoulders, while she started to run, chasing the reason why she was here, the trees and undergrowth melding together behind her. She could see the forest parting, a white light behind the leaves. Peace. She knew it was peace, and she chased it, going faster and faster until she touched it. And then, instead of the cool calm of a rushing stream or the comforting scent of cherry blossoms, she felt rage like never before. The memories were still a blur, but she knew one thing. That she would not rest until she got revenge.
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I woke up in the middle of the forest.
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