[ They remember vines, crawling across the island, tangling everything. It doesn't take long for those same vines to separate them from their friend, no matter how much they struggle to cut them away (they have a sword, even without the dream's influence, but it doesn't matter here).
It's strangling, suffocating - despite lacking breath, it still hurts. They've come to dislike plants. This doesn't help their outlook.
Jolting awake suddenly is a relief. They scramble free from the vines, slashing frantically in their panic, looking for the Drifter in the waking world. Once they find them, those vines tangling them are getting cut away with very little hesitation.
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It's strangling, suffocating - despite lacking breath, it still hurts. They've come to dislike plants. This doesn't help their outlook.
Jolting awake suddenly is a relief. They scramble free from the vines, slashing frantically in their panic, looking for the Drifter in the waking world. Once they find them, those vines tangling them are getting cut away with very little hesitation.
THIS ISLAND IS BAD AND TERRIBLE. ]