No AudioYou wander through the repeating landscape, the snow up to your shins, your arm broken, infected cuts all over you, your eyes drift close, its the end for you, you collapse in the snow, just as your eyes close you see a figure in the forest
No AudioYou wander through the repeating landscape, the snow up to your shins, your arm broken, infected cuts all over you, your eyes drift close, its the end for you, you collapse in the snow, just as your eyes close you see a figure in the forest
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