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?)) "Uhh hello, my name is Silver and I don't remember much but I have a book with me with my thoughts and memory written down" he pulls out a book and starts reading through it "'I been walking for a while now and and looking out at the world and seeing everything is beautiful. But I'm just going to keep on walking.' And the rest of pages before are torn out." He says as he closes his book.
