A wall forms in front of you and your toes are painfully reminded of their limited motion.
There is no sight. There is no light.
And yet, you feel the vastness of the limit stretching out
for millennia, rushing towards you.
Did your grandmother not sing of such places to you?
Are you lost about what to do next?
Are you not the next hero with a sword?
Are you not your own dragon?
Protective of your treasure, misguided in all your knowing?
More voices strain behind you.
Whispering in a language you do not understand, but the tone…
The tone makes you want to run away.
And yet, you cannot move. Constriction all around you and a blinding sense of pain within your heart.
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