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Falling down an inexplicably deep pit (likely to be a sinkhole but nobody's sure) located precariously within a thick and hard-to-navigate grove that swarms at night with small non-biting insects. A kind of wailing wind can be heard pushing out of the pit on quiet nights, which became entered into the local folklore as my spirit trying to call out to the surface. Or maybe I'm still alive, impossibly deep within the earth.
