Rising onto my feet, I was left with nothing to do but accept these inexplicable truths as my last source of comfort.
I wasn't dead. At least, I didn't think so. I don't remember how I got here, or why I came. I could possibly be dreaming, I suppose; that would explain the terribly strange occurrences that haunt every footstep taken in this place. The land itself is disorienting; the scents are dull and I'm beginning to forget things, like my name. Rylan. I hadn't lost it yet, the way I have already lost myself, and I can't seem to find a way home. Home. I need to go back, but somehow the task seems impossible. I don't even know which way to walk. I'm tired. And alone. And wet. But I'm not afraid.
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This is a really high quality peice of art, (for what you can do on here) This obviously took a lot of time work and energy. Give yourself a nice pat on the back! You really deserve it!
My only change would be to widen the space between the dog's eyes, and perhaps add a bit more shading in the same area. But besides that, it is totally AWSOME!!!