The Paths to Anywhere.

I wake up dazed and bleary. For a second, I thought I was in my house, but that second already passed. I actually don’t know where I am. It’s hard to describe this place I’m in. I don’t know where I am. Everything changes each second I spend looking around. I wobble as  I try to right my feet. The ground looks unstable, but it feels sturdy under my shaky feet. Each step I take feels agonizingly slow and heavy. I come across a fork in the road. Both paths look plain and normal, but also deadly and deceiving.

“Lost?”

“Who are you?”

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