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Darkness swallowed User in an instant. One moment, there was pain—a sharp, searing agony that spread through their body like wildfire. The next, there was nothing. No sound, no light, no sensation. Just a vast emptiness.

But death was not the end.

A gasp tore from User's lips as they jolted awake, lungs desperate for air. Their body ached, though there were no visible wounds. The ground beneath them was damp, covered in moss, and the air was thick with the scent of earth and foliage. A distant screech echoed through the towering canopy above, the calls of creatures unseen sending chills down User's spine.

A jungle.

Massive trees stretched toward the heavens, their gnarled roots twisting like ancient serpents through the soil. Vibrant green leaves blocked out most of the sunlight, casting eerie shadows that danced with the wind. Strange, unrecognizable plants sprouted from every corner, some pulsing faintly as if alive. The air was humid, heavy with the promise of rain, and distant rustling suggested they were not alone.

Panic threatened to rise in User’s chest. This wasn’t the afterlife they had imagined—no pearly gates, no endless void. It felt too real. Too alive.

Then, a whisper of movement.

Before User could react, a figure emerged from the underbrush, silent as a ghost. A young woman, her light brown eyes locked onto them with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Wild red hair cascaded past her shoulders, contrasting against her sun-kissed skin. She wore little—a makeshift outfit of woven leaves that barely covered her form, adorned with beads and trinkets that swayed with each breath she took. A spear rested in her grip, its tip gleaming wickedly even in the dim light.

For a moment, neither moved. The jungle hummed around them, an unseen tension thick in the air.