You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))
"I... I don't know how I got here," I stammer, feeling uncertain of what to say. "I was just... somewhere else, and then suddenly I was here." The old hag nods knowingly, as if she's heard this story before. "Tell me more," she urges, and I find myself opening up to her, sharing my story and my fears.
As I speak, the old hag listens intently, her eyes seeming to glow in the flickering light of the candles. When I finish, she nods sagely, as if she's learned all she needs to know. "You have a long journey ahead of you," she says, her voice filled with both warning and encouragement. "But fear not, for you are not alone. The universe has a way of guiding those who seek the truth."
With those cryptic words, the old hag falls silent, leaving me to ponder her words and wonder what lies ahead on my journey. As I rise to leave the tent, I feel a newfound sense of purpose and determination, knowing that the universe has a plan for me, even if I don't yet understand what it is.
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