Dreya was thankful that she wore tennis shoes as she trudged through the woods. Stepping over logs, avoiding branches, and jumping over puddles, she comes to an open field. Her lips part in surprise as she sees dancing and laughing with the beat of the drums around and blazing fire. On one far end was a stage-like structure that hosted a thick concrete slab that held many candles and various plants and offerings 'What the hell is this?'
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