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She's lost. The woods are dark and deep. She's been attempting to find the edge of the trees, but she's been walking for hours, for days, for weeks. The longer she walks, the darker it gets, and she's dropped her flashlight. The haunting noises are getting louder with each passing step. She can no longer hear her own thoughts, only the frightening sounds of the darkness. The night has grown cold and she has grown weary. She becomes disoriented, forgetting from which direction she came and which direction is home. The treetops block her view of the sky as again she looks upward, searching for stars to guide her. She's lost. She's cold. She's hungry. She's tired. She's lost.

She's lost and is beginning to lose faith in being found.