You cautiously step into the field
You hear a voice again, but it is not the same one you heard only a
short while ago. It is that of a child. A little girl. It speaks
queerly and with a lisp, "Strawberries will save thee."
"What does that mean?" you call into the warm wet air that
surrounds your soft, thinly clothed body hoping the girl would hear.
No answer.
After sitting and contemplating for a long while, you decide that the
only thing you can do is keep going. You look around and spot a
lovely patch of berry bushes. You...
You find yourself surrounded by nothing but long thick grasses and
beautiful pink and violet wildflowers. The mist has vanished.
