Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
a mind that once possessed potential is lost
harbored many burdens through his travels
but with his mind warped his knowledge must once again be unraveled
to which he must endure
a quest not for the unsure
but where time is pressed
kronos never rests
for what lies ahead
can only be determined by those who have read
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