��������� t consumes you.
��������� You can't tell how deep it goes.
��������� Or how far you have yet to walk.
��������� Even the path behind you is obscure.
��������� With only your memories and instincts to guide you.
��������� You press onward.
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��������� The path is riddled with twists and turns.
��������� Forks in the road meant only to confuse the unwary.
��������� Maps with no names,
��������� False directions,
��������� Friends long dead calling your name.
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��������� Chaos around you.
��������� Screams of pain and sorrow.
��������� You can't hear yourself think.
��������� Are those your thoughts?
�������� One final choice.
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�������� Night turns to day.
������� Children laughing,
������� Playing.
������� You look around.
������� It all seems picture perfect.
������� But could it not be better?
������� You press onward.