As you trundle back down to the mighty, surging waters of that tiny trickle of a stream, you work your lips around a crude rendition of that tune the woman was humming. You're sure you recall the name of the song, but your whistling keeps failing after a few moments. Curious; has the shrinking of your body negatively affected your whistling skill? An unforeseen downside!
Still, the woman at least keeps still as you trek through the towering blades of grass, noting with a shudder the large, flattened areas where the visitor's feet have trod. Only a moment of impact as she walked, and yet it has utterly crushed all beneath her...
At the stream, you slip your receptacle down again, holding tight to avoid it being carried away by the current.
Then pebbles begin to vibrate by your feet, and you look up to see the shadow of the woman falling across the landscape as she strides closer. Has she seen you?
She stops, and stoops, and displaces a vast rush of air, like a sudden storm. You steel yourself against it, standing tall in the face of this tallest of beings, even crouched as she is. Her muscles power her great arm outward and down, but not toward you: instead, her hand brings her own titanic water bottle to the flow, allowing gallons of liquid to be captured downstream of you.
The sheer disparity of scale is magnified, as your entire body is devoted to a container for mere droplets, while she captures lakes with a fraction of her power. How could you ever have hoped to go about your day without this behemoth influencing it? Her very being warps the world around her, dominating everything within her reach and beyond!
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