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 take a deep breath, allowing myself to settle into the cushioned seat. Meeting the old hag's gaze, I offer a faint smile, attempting to maintain a sense of composure despite my unease.
"Thank you for your welcome," I say, my voice steady but tinged with curiosity. "It's true that I come seeking answers, but how did you know I was coming? Have you foreseen my arrival?"
I lean forward slightly, my eyes searching hers, hoping to discern any hints or insights that might shed light on her prophetic claim. The dimly lit tent and the enigmatic atmosphere surrounding the old hag have piqued my curiosity, urging me to share a fragment of my story and see where it leads.
"My journey has taken me far and wide, encountering both wonders and challenges," I continue, choosing my words carefully. "There are mysteries I seek to unravel, secrets that have eluded me. I have been drawn to this town, enticed by whispers of ancient lore and forgotten knowledge. Perhaps you hold the key to unraveling the threads of my destiny."
As I speak, I remain attentive to the old hag's reactions, hoping to gauge her wisdom and discern if she truly possesses the answers I seek.
