Blackfeather Woods why you get loose, get loose, get low, get low

thank you god for a sobeille AW post :prayer:

since meeting the brecheliant woman, shirin had gone back east to retrace her steps. she traveled alone and so had many hours to think. she thought to herself, i wish to know the world deeply, but the world seemed to be closing itself off to her.

fine, then, she thought. two can play at that game. she found a small depression in the earth, maybe an abandoned fox den. she couldn't care less what it was.

inside, she became used to talking to herself, and then not at all. she spent many hours in the confined space with the smell of her own breath, walking out only for water.

but a noise caught her ear: a muted clatter, then a sigh.

a familiar anxiety saturated her, but she crawled out above ground for the first time in nearly a full day. sunlight, though steely and overcast, smashed her face in. it lanced through her skull like an ice pick lobotomy.

stunned and squinting, shirin stood there dumbly and waited for the spots in her eyes to disappear, her heart in her mouth. who are you?