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@luo yunxi It could be the lack of cultivation skills or his unluckiness but the human has always been prone to the effects of spirituality. Trying to concentrate, he didn’t notice a presence within the forest.

@❛ yang yang the ghost wandered his way into the forest. the clinking of chains that had kept him down was the only noise that seemed to accompany the wandering ghost. and like a moth drawn to the flame, the ghost was attracted to the scent of magic... cultivation.

@luo yunxi As part of the cultivation process, yang yang found a quiet area to clear his mind via meditation. Sitting upright with his legs crossed, he breathed in deeply, trying to focus and concentrate on his breathing.

@❛ matt rife As Shuxin continued her wanderings in the mortal world, she found herself deep within a mystical forest, a place of wonder and enchantment that stirred her curiosity. With each step, she marveled at the vibrant flora and hues of the leaves while listening to the melodious song of the forest creatures. Frolicking through the woods, her eyes fixed upon a particularly captivating butterfly, its wings adorned with shimmering colors that glistened in the dappled sunlight. Lost in her admiration, she followed the graceful insect deeper into the forest, her laughter ringing out like silver bells. But it was in the heart of this enchanted forest that she came across the stranger among the fallen leaves and dappled sunlight, and disoriented, his body battered and covered in dirt and blood.

The air grew heavy with an inexplicable sense of foreboding, but her childlike curiosity overpowered her instincts. With delicate steps, she approached the unconscious man, her azure robes shimmering like the sky on a clear day. Then her eyes widened with concern as she noticed a few paces away th pile of hair and blood. Her innocence allowed her to see the strange sight not as repulsive but as a puzzle, a mystery that needed solving. Her brows furrowed as she contemplated the strange occurrence, however her main concern was the stranger as she couldn't fathom how a person had ended up here in such a state.

Carefully, she knelt beside him, her hand extended to feel his forehead. She could sense a disturbance in his aura, something strange that she couldn't quite comprehend. "Hello there," she whispered in a voice as soft as a spring breeze. "Can you hear me? You don't look well at all." In her world, immortals like herself rarely experienced such vulnerability. With a gentle touch, she brushed a lock of hair away from his face, her fingertips radiating a subtle healing energy. Her childlike wonder and kind nature compelled her to assist the stranger in his time of need, unaware of the mysterious circumstances that had led him here.

@❛ esther yu shuxin It always started with a headache- a blinding pain that shot through him, wavering between the state of consciousness and lack there of as a sharp inhale of breath brought a lungful of dirt along with it, causing him to sputter. His head lifted off the ground, wobbling and unsteady as a half-lidded gaze looked about the forest floor. It was quiet. Too quiet. His stomach churned as muscles ached, pushing himself to sit up with a loud groan, squinting at his , sunkissed skin under the rays of sunlight peeking in from the canopy of trees from over head. At least he had all his limbs still attached. That had to count for something. He stared at his hands, trying to shake away the throbbing sensation dulling his thoughts as saliva began to pool excessively into his mouth, swallowing repeatedly until he was lurching forward and hurling the contents of his stomach onto the forest floor. Cheeks flushed and eyes clenched tightly shut as the veins in his temples pulsed, shakily breathing through the pain. He didn't want to look. Something about it repulsed him. And yet.. here he was, peeking at the mass of hair and blood that he forcefully expelled from his body as if compelled by some unknown force, eyes shooting open wide in surprise. He gagged again, this time managing to shift a few feet away, his back resting upon the jagged bark of a nearby oak as he brought his dirt stained arm up to wipe away at the saliva coating his lips, nose scrunching at the putrid smell. That was when the world began to violently spin before him, lids growing heavy as tense muscles went slack, slumping unconscious into the damp earth and dead leaves scattered about.