Forest of illusion: 2

Atticus pressed a hand to his chest, trying to calm his racing heart. His memories were a jumble of images, none of them making sense. The town, the forge, the blacksmith—they were all fragments of a life he didn’t recognize, a life that felt simultaneously real and imagined.

He stood there, lost and confused, the forest pressing in on all sides. He didn’t know how long he had been wandering, didn’t know where he was or how he had gotten here. All he knew was that something was wrong, terribly wrong, and that he was trapped in a place where reality itself seemed to bend and break.

And in that moment of clarity, he realized the truth: he was still in the Forest of Illusions, and it was playing with his mind, twisting his perceptions, distorting reality. The town, the people—they were all part of the forest’s trickery, crafted to ensnare him, to keep him lost within its depths.

The realization hit Atticus like a cold wave, sending a shiver down his spine. The town had felt so real, so t
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