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Exhausted, Cymbeline collapses into a pile of limbs, and shovel. The group was taking a break, but Cymbeline hadn't felt this exhausted until now, maybe it was catching up to her. Yet, Cymbeline felt a spike of worry, buried under layers of bedding and cotton, something present, but so far away. Her head began to droop.

"Cymbal?"

She hears someone call out to her, but they sound like they're underwater, murky, distant and hard to focus on...so she doesn't. She adjusts herself on the floor, gripping her shovel tight like one would a stuffed animal, and falls into a deep sleep right on the muddy floor.

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"Mmm..."

Cymbeline screws her eyes shut as the ever present bright light threatens to wake her up. Giving in, she takes a paw to her face and rubs her eyes as she slowly opens them. Only to immediately squint her eyes once more as the bright light takes over her vision. Stunning her and confusing her.

Once she is able to fully open her eyes, Cymbeline gasps, "Woah..." The grand crystalline structures dazzled from unknown light, reflective, stunning, and breathtaking. Cymbeline stood there as she drank in the sight around her, looking everywhere but right in front of her. There was so much to look at, the strange blue ground underfoot, the grand towering crystal structures, and the way the light danced with them. She stood there, mouth slightly agape, unquestioning. It took her an embarrassingly long time to question…

How did she get here exactly?

...But she's not sure she cares.

She reaches over and touches one of the crystals, cool and damp to the touch. She shivers. It is only then she notices the mirror out of the corner of her vision.

She turns to look at it directly, a perfect reflection of herself stands in the mirror. She tilts her head, taking in the unusual sight. Why is there a mirror here?

She doesn’t yet notice that the reflection does not move with her.

"Oh...! How strange..."

A mirror? Here?

"....Strange."

She hears a voice,an echo she presumes, so she shoves it off to the side. Noted but ignored. Only to pause as she notices her image isn't moving with her. She tilts her head again, noticing the image stills. She lifts up one paw, then another, shakes her hind leg. Does a little jump.

Nothing.

...She chooses to press closer anyways, maybe the mirror is broken, she thinks. But can a mirror even brake like this? She’s not so sure, but what does she know?

She sits, and stays silent for a moment.

Then she decides to talk.

"This is strange...I wonder how I got here. This place is...gorgeous, but what am I meant to do?"

"...Do." The voice echos.

Cymbeline snorts, "Yes...do!" She replies to her own echo. She gets up and paces in front of the mirror, keeping eye contact with it, fascinated with her image still in the mirror. She goes back to her earlier routine of lifting random limbs, and hopping in its view. She even shakes her tail and starts making silly expressions in the mirror. Yet the image of her in there, stays completely still.

It is now when she notices that there is something more to this as she was moving about. The voice is hers, but not really, the mirror is there, large and glimmering, but there is more, she notices the dark wispy whiskers curled around its base. Almost like it is attached to...somebody, rather than a thing. How curious.

She stops her pacing in front of the Echo of the Lake once more, looking right at her reflection. "What am I meant to do?"

"Meant..." The voice echoes back.

"Do...do...here." The voice echoes back previous words.

"...Here." The Echo of the Lake repeats again, its whiskers curling around its mirror, and Cymbeline realizes.

She pauses. She knows nothing, she knows this. But yet....

She nods, and reaches out to touch the mirror, "Of course."

There is a flash of light as she touches the mirror face, it grew bright quickly, consuming her vision. She squeezed her eyes shut to no avail of the prevailing light. Then she was drowned in darkness.
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Cymbeline awakes with a start, the shovel stuck to her face. She looks up to see the worried looks of her teammates around here. “Cymbal are you goo-” She cuts them off, rubbing at her eyes, “Yeah! Yeah…never better, sorry about that…!” She says with a shy grin.

It was all good, she thinks.

…Yeah, it must be.

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Snnnzzzz, basically this is interpretative i know the place is light as fuck but i wanted to show that Cymbeline was dreaming, while also having the echo of the lake present

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Word Count: 767

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Acorn Count: 11/137 Acorns

Description

Exhausted, Cymbeline collapses into a pile of limbs, and shovel. The group was taking a break, but Cymbeline hadn't felt this exhausted until now, maybe it was catching up to her. Yet, Cymbeline felt a spike of worry, buried under layers of bedding and cotton, something present, but so far away. Her head began to droop.

"Cymbal?"

She hears someone call out to her, but they sound like they're underwater, murky, distant and hard to focus on...so she doesn't. She adjusts herself on the floor, gripping her shovel tight like one would a stuffed animal, and falls into a deep sleep right on the muddy floor.

---
"Mmm..."

Cymbeline screws her eyes shut as the ever present bright light threatens to wake her up. Giving in, she takes a paw to her face and rubs her eyes as she slowly opens them. Only to immediately squint her eyes once more as the bright light takes over her vision. Stunning her and confusing her.

Once she is able to fully open her eyes, Cymbeline gasps, "Woah..." The grand crystalline structures dazzled from unknown light, reflective, stunning, and breathtaking. Cymbeline stood there as she drank in the sight around her, looking everywhere but right in front of her. There was so much to look at, the strange blue ground underfoot, the grand towering crystal structures, and the way the light danced with them. She stood there, mouth slightly agape, unquestioning. It took her an embarrassingly long time to question…

How did she get here exactly?

...But she's not sure she cares.

She reaches over and touches one of the crystals, cool and damp to the touch. She shivers. It is only then she notices the mirror out of the corner of her vision.

She turns to look at it directly, a perfect reflection of herself stands in the mirror. She tilts her head, taking in the unusual sight. Why is there a mirror here?

She doesn’t yet notice that the reflection does not move with her.

"Oh...! How strange..."

A mirror? Here?

"....Strange."

She hears a voice,an echo she presumes, so she shoves it off to the side. Noted but ignored. Only to pause as she notices her image isn't moving with her. She tilts her head again, noticing the image stills. She lifts up one paw, then another, shakes her hind leg. Does a little jump.

Nothing.

...She chooses to press closer anyways, maybe the mirror is broken, she thinks. But can a mirror even brake like this? She’s not so sure, but what does she know?

She sits, and stays silent for a moment.

Then she decides to talk.

"This is strange...I wonder how I got here. This place is...gorgeous, but what am I meant to do?"

"...Do." The voice echos.

Cymbeline snorts, "Yes...do!" She replies to her own echo. She gets up and paces in front of the mirror, keeping eye contact with it, fascinated with her image still in the mirror. She goes back to her earlier routine of lifting random limbs, and hopping in its view. She even shakes her tail and starts making silly expressions in the mirror. Yet the image of her in there, stays completely still.

It is now when she notices that there is something more to this as she was moving about. The voice is hers, but not really, the mirror is there, large and glimmering, but there is more, she notices the dark wispy whiskers curled around its base. Almost like it is attached to...somebody, rather than a thing. How curious.

She stops her pacing in front of the Echo of the Lake once more, looking right at her reflection. "What am I meant to do?"

"Meant..." The voice echoes back.

"Do...do...here." The voice echoes back previous words.

"...Here." The Echo of the Lake repeats again, its whiskers curling around its mirror, and Cymbeline realizes.

She pauses. She knows nothing, she knows this. But yet....

She nods, and reaches out to touch the mirror, "Of course."

There is a flash of light as she touches the mirror face, it grew bright quickly, consuming her vision. She squeezed her eyes shut to no avail of the prevailing light. Then she was drowned in darkness.
---
Cymbeline awakes with a start, the shovel stuck to her face. She looks up to see the worried looks of her teammates around here. “Cymbal are you goo-” She cuts them off, rubbing at her eyes, “Yeah! Yeah…never better, sorry about that…!” She says with a shy grin.

It was all good, she thinks.

…Yeah, it must be.

---

Snnnzzzz, basically this is interpretative i know the place is light as fuck but i wanted to show that Cymbeline was dreaming, while also having the echo of the lake present

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Word Count: 767

Acorn Counter: Here

Acorn Count: 11/137 Acorns