I was now in a field of poppies. Dense white fog hung in a gentle curtain over t


I was now in a field of poppies. Dense white fog hung in a gentle curtain over the flowers, an expanse of bleeding red. The thunderous grind of stone echoed behind me, but here, it was eerily still. Light rippled in delicate dapples over the flower fields. Poppies were the flowers of the dead. If the hallways behind me had been the path down, then this was the threshold of the underworld. Four arched silver doors stood before me, each revealing paths that soon faded into silver fog.
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I was now in a field of poppies
.
Dense white fog hung in a gentle curtain over the flowers
,
an expanse of bleeding red
.
The thunderous grind of stone echoed behind me
,
but here
,
it was eerily still
.
Light rippled in delicate dapples over the flower fields
.
Poppies were the flowers of the dead
.
If the hallways behind me had been the path down
,
then this was the threshold of the underworld
.
Four arched silver doors stood before me
,
each revealing paths that soon faded into silver fog
.
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