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>This is intro to before stated write-fag fic.
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I've spent most of this day, or I suppose yesterday, like many other days. I'm a graphic artist, and like most, I'm not well known. Meaning I get very little actual work coming my way. I woke up, drank coffee all day, worked on what I had, and then just watched TV all night until about 3 am like usual. Except the last thing I remember before waking up this odd, colorful field, was seeing a promo for some kids cartoon. I don't even remember it, it was late, and I'd be lying saying I hadn't hit the bong a little that night.
Now I'm in a grove of vibrant colors, in a very, wild looking forest. These trees are nothing like I've seen in real life, and some of this flora looks like it's from the tropics. I'm actually very confused. What more so, is I hear some clopping around in the woods. You heard right. Something with hooves is out there. Call me crazy, but I have this strange sense of dread right now. Like I'm walking into something I've seen a hundred times before, but for some reason I can't remember it. Going back to those hooves, which sound like they're getting closer, I can only think of a few animals that have those strange, shelled-in-enamel feet. Are any of them carnivorous? Nope. Are they defensive, or hostile? Well, actually a few are. So okay, stay out of it's way, and it will stay out of yours. But now the sound is very close, and in an instant, I start to run. Sweat is pooling from my brow, as I make a loud, mad- dash through this strange underbrush. What am I thinking?! This could all be poisonous, there could be traps, or much worse! Yet now a sound of rushing wings has picked up over the trees, and I'm overwhelmed in sheer terror. The worst has yet to come, however. A strange howl barks out at me, as what seems to be living bushes start to rush me. They look like wolves, but they're made from… Trees? Shrubs?…