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As Zion opened his eyes, he found himself standing at the edge of the forest, the cool breeze carrying the scent of pine and earth. The transition from the dark depths of the woods to the open air was disorienting, and for a moment, he had to steady himself against a nearby tree.

Looking around, he took in his surroundings. The forest stretched out behind him, its dense canopy casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Ahead lay a vast expanse of grassland, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. In the distance, he could make out the silhouette of a mountain range, its peaks reaching towards the sky like jagged teeth.

As Zion ventured further outside the forest, his tattoo began to glow with an otherworldly light. The gentle illumination led him through the dense underbrush, its soft radiance cutting through the darkness of the surrounding trees.

Following the ethereal glow, Zion found himself drawn towards a particular direction. The path seemed to unfold before him, guided
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