many are selected to go into the world's surface, tales of a land below it are heard across the lands. A land of the past, of the unknown. Venturing into the spot you were told to seek you found yourself falling into the earth. Landing on grey grass and a quiet space you stood up. You look around until someone quickly appears. A grey wolf with a blank face stares at you "At last. The new comer arrives. I've been waiting for your arrival. Follow me" she turns within a second to walk away
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