...So you leave the cabin. It was too primative. You hope that whoever wrote this age put advance people in it. Now you headed away from the cabin, lake, forest, and beautiful purple EVERYTHING. You are getting sick of purple. You walk for a while when you come to a field. Finally, a break from purple. This field is a lush shade of green. You slip off your shoes, and go running through the field. It feels so good and carefree. You notice a lot of vegetation to one side of the field. As you walk towards it, you see a stream. The stream is coming from another lake.

I would rather follow the stream and see where it ends.

That lake looks more interesting.

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