[Faintly, the space around them starts to feel damp. Dark. Claustrophobic. As though trees are no longer trees, as though the sky above starts to feel like it isn't real; fogging up the sensation of openness, their space condensing with the innate sensation of feeling small. Alone.
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Are you alright?
[Faintly, the space around them starts to feel damp. Dark. Claustrophobic. As though trees are no longer trees, as though the sky above starts to feel like it isn't real; fogging up the sensation of openness, their space condensing with the innate sensation of feeling small. Alone.
Afraid.]