Time passed slowly.
Lonely, slow time.
No sound except her own breathing. Silence never sounded so cold. No scent, no stirring of faint breeze, no stimulus of any kind, except that she could still smell her own mysterious scent, hear her own voice, feel the soft smoothness of her braid.
In all that great expanse around her, there was no one. No one at all.
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