Moments pass in awe at the hulking mountains being drawn into the air by these gods and goddesses before you. But, as soon as there is an opening, you sprint for the green bag that you recognise as your own.
Side-stepping around a huge foot that stomps down only just short of squishing you, you are out of breath by the time that you get there.
Then a shadow falls across you, and you look up to see someone reaching for your bag.
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