>>5396493Pine awakes up in a forest once again. The narrow branches and thin trunks obscures the sky above, but leaves the dirt path she stands on unobstructed.
She stands under the tall trees and moonless night. A cold mist permeates all throughout the crudely made dirt road she stands on.
As she walks through the path, wind passes through the forest, bending the branches to it’s will.
In the distance, Pine spots a crow standing at the top of one of the trees.
She notices that the wind seems to form a vortex around the one particular tree, but the bird remains unfazed. A storm is brewing, ripping apart leaves from the trees and ground, creating a pillar of brown which encases the crow.
After a few moments, lighting strikes the middle, blasting the leaves in every direction.
With the lightning summoned, the wind dissipates.
Pine wakes up from the strange dream.
The day continues as normal, with her preparing the kitchen and ingredients for today’s meals.
The morning and noon passes normally, with most of the customers coming at noon.
Many older folks were saddened by Makari’s departure, but understanding of their situation.
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