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A bird called out, like a clap of thunder, before silence fell over the large and open meadow.
The sun continued to rise. Warm rays filtered through the leaves of the oak trees at the forest’s edge, creating an ever moving pattern along the already swaying grass.
The bright and lovely wildflowers glimmered in the morning’s first light, each delicate dewdrop decorating the petals a shimmering diamond.
The dirt beneath the emerald sheet of grass shifted as hands cleaned of all their skin reached for the sky. Joints held together by a power older than Prythian, thin fingers of bone cut through the earth.
Like drowning sailors kicking up from the ocean’s depths after a shipwreck, more and more hands crashed through the surface.
A spring wind blew gently, carrying the faintest scent of rot.
The dead broke free of their graves, and had each skull possessed eyes, they would have opened.