Dried mud caked to her, in smudges, across her skin and face. Twigs, leaves, and sticks entangled in her messy hair. Her neat bun, mostly in disarray, let loose large strands of hair that played about her head, shoulders, and face.
Her knees buckled at the sight of herself, and she fell into a heap upon the floor. She rocked back and forth, trying to piece together the missing fragments of what led to this. Her mind was ruled by chaos, just as the world around her. It offered nothing other than small flashes of people, solitude, and woods.
No clarity, only snippets.
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