After a while you reach the green grass. Your feet sunk into the ground as if it was mud. You leave clear brown footprints on the ground. Your sandals protects your feet from the trees which could sting your sole. When you step on the tiny trees with your sandals on, they just squash flat and become a brown paste in a footprint, like everything else.
Then you see a field of wheat and a farm. You have never seen a farm before since your folk don't grow corpses. And this farm was so tiny. The house just went up to her ankle. She was excited about how big she was to the world on this side of the barrier.
this is the land of the prophecy, of the legend. You now have the chance to continue the war against the puny little civilisation on this side of the continent or you could try to contact them.
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