She made a conscious effort to prevent her head from tilting to the right again. It was troubling, looking at these trees. And not just because of the deep purple color of their foliage, though that provided enough of a clash against the dark chocolate of their boughs. It was something else...
Again, her head tilted toward the right. Then she noticed the feeling of movement in the leafy segments of the distant forestation. They all seemed to flow toward the right, but not as if blown by the wind. No, this was a current created by a different substance.
"I feel like a fish out of water," she thought to herself. Immedeiately, she felt stunned. The truth began to dawn on her.
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