It was the perfect plan. Escape life for a while, get out and see the great outdoors, and just get away for a while. There was no better place on earth to that than the grand fjords, you thought as you stepped out into the open air. The breeze was brisk, and the skies...well...they weren't exactly up to par with what you had in mind, but this was to be expected. At least, that's what your trusty guidebook told you.
You set camp and arrange everything for your stay, then decide to hike up a lone path. It didn't look very traversed, and you've always had a love for the road less traveled. The path looked as if nobody had taken it for years, and many downed boulders and tree branches block the path. You reach what appears to be the end, and are just about to head back when something catches your eye. A mere glimmer, you dig around the ground until you come up with a beautiful pearl. Where a pearl like this could have come from puzzles you, but it feels cold to the touch. You find that you can't hold it for very long, and place it in a vest pocket.
As you make your way back to camp, things start getting more difficult. Tree branches are bigger than you remember them, boulders are much harder to climb up and over, and by the time you get back to camp, you definitely know something is wrong when you can go into your tent without even opening it up. You step outside your tent and look around, merely 6 inches tall, and determine your next course of action.
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