"Traveler..." says a gruff voice. You can see a green equine creature between the trees. He reaches out a paw and pulls you (still floating) out of the mist and into the trees."Thanks." you mutter, as he sets you on the ground. You brush yourself off. "You are alone." he notes. "Umm... Yeah, do you know where Atlas is?" you ask him, looking around, hoping for a sign of a recongnizable face. "Yes." the creature answers. "Follow me." And he steps between the trees, out of the grove.
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