(The wind is briskly blowing your and Erica's hair. There is no sound of birdsong here. The rocks, the vegetation, the waves, everything looks familiar but at the same time feels somehow alien, different. The knowledge comes intuitively that the usual laws of nature no longer work here. Determination is visible in Erica's eyes) Are you okay? It seems like one more step, and there will be no turning back.
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