You collapse to the floor, and as you fall, you're shocked you ever had the strength to walk for this long. You don't care about the rocks now digging into your skin. The ground is cold against your cheek, and you welcome the sensation. As you roll onto your back, you look up at the sky. You always stared at the "stars" on the horizon, but are those real stars up there? You feel an instinct to reach out for them, but are too exhausted to raise your arm.

You feel a panic form in your chest. You roll back over on your stomach and claw at the rocky terrain around you to get on your knees, then on your feet. As you raise your body up you realize you feel completely revitalized. You feel lighter than ever. That rest is just what you needed.

You turn and look at the floor where you were laying. Where something is currently laying. A mound of flesh is crumpled up on the floor. It has two legs, but no other decernable features. As far as you know, it has no face. You feel a profound sadness upon seeing it, it's just like that creature you saw years ago.

Unsure of what exactly to do, you walk into camp. While you feel better physically, you know it will be a long time before you can even process today's events. You decide you'll get a drink at the cafe. As you approach, you realize there is a swarm of people around. Way too many people. Camp cannot fit this amount of people. You remember the first time you walked to the edge of camp, after a suffocating feeling suddenly overcame you while in the center. Why did you never notice all of these people before?

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