I walked through the misty layers of trees. Everything seemed so ominous in the fog and I abstained myself from running away in fear. Although the forest was fairly accessible, I refrained myself from accelerating too fast in case I trip among the abundant roots in the forest. I walked and walked wandering aimlessly and ate abstemiously in fear that I might run out of provisions. Though it was slow and tedious, I soon found out that it was a good precaution because I came to the edge of a colossal abyss. The abysmal pit was the abut between the mysterious forest and a tropical paradise. reading this in print may be an abstruse and abstract idea, but the chasm seemed to absorb everything into it like a vacuum. Whatever mist or birds that flew too close to it was getting pulled in by an invisible force, so I scurried back and instinctively held onto a tree trunk. Immediately I pulled back in shock because I didn't notice the abusive thorns that abraded my hand. With that swift movement I accidentally lost my balance I was thrown into the chasm.

Same idea as last time.