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You walk down the path as the sun sets and casts an orange glow over the Old Pine Woods. Rain trickles from overhead as the trees create a natural umbrella. You take out a green, plastic poncho from your backpack and drape it over your shoulders to keep your clothes and gear somewhat dry. Light peaks through the forest canopy illuminating the soggy dirt path through the woods.

After thirty minutes of hiking, the rain flows through the dense tree line more vigorously, and the sound of the downpour surrounds you in a steady rush. Flashes of lightning illuminate the area, quickly fading to leave the forest in near total darkness. The dampness and humidity cause your poncho to stick like a second layer of skin, and you trudge over the rough terrain with a pounding heart. Numerous times, you slip on slick rocks or press deeply into pockets of mud. The trek is slow, and the sound of distant thunder crackling has you on edge.

In one long flash of lightning, you spot a huge rock in the center of the path ahead. High and arched, the formation appears to block the rain and may be a suitable place to rest for a moment. Even a few minutes off your feet would reinvigorate you for another leg of the trip. As you start your way toward the clearing, another lightning array passes, and now you spot a long thin object, or figure, against the base of the rock stretched long-ways. You pause and watch the area. No more lightning comes, and the heavy downpour blocks any other sounds through the dense forest.