Nyia slowly put her left foot onto the old gloomy wooden bridge. As she quietly walked across little drifts of steam came urging out of dark green plants nearby.She could hear the never ending whistling coming from the dark gloomy forest ahead of her. Below her there was a dark blue river with salty water spraying onto the bridge all the time. Her heart started pounding as she set foot on the dark forest. Bright leaves fell into her dark brown hair. Trees danced like ballerinas around her.
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