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>maybe it was minutes ago
>maybe it was hours ago
>maybe it was yesterday
>but at some point you started hitting forks in the path rather frequently
>at the first fork there was something of a lengthy discussion as to which path to take
>which one was most likely to lead to Twilight's group
>which one had more air flowing from it
>which one sounded like it might have monsters in it
>which one looked the prettiest
>the second fork had a rather similar discussion
>the third might have as well
>but at some point the discussions stopped
>and at some point after that you lost track of how many paths you had to choose
>maybe it's been dozens
>maybe it's been over a hundred
>somehow you're not worried about it
>it's not that you've despaired of all hope
>no, you feel quite hopeful that you'll be home quite soon
>nor is it that you've lost your sense of reason
>it's as though you're operating on a sense of reason operating on a different level from your conscious thought processes
>the feeling of an arch in your back reminds of you of your cat, Opalescence, as she creeps toward an unfortunate pony's tail to claw at it
>there's just something about this place
>it makes you know exactly what to do, somehow, without telling you what exactly you need to do
>this is a realm of beasts
>and within it, you possess a beast's instinctual reason
>you're on the prowl
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