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?)) He came here to find answers to questions that had long tormented his heart. As he enters this cozy tent, carefully traversing the swamps and fog-shrouded corridors, he searches for a path to fulfill his mission to find the truth. He places the map in front of the old witch, indicating a place he begins to recognize as his own fate. From distant fields amidst the winds of the sea, he traveled through many lands before he arrived at her door. "I feel the weariness I overcome to be in your presence, worthy witch. But now, with your wise eyes looking at me, I hope that I will finally find what I am looking for." He bows deeply, placing his hopes and fears at the feet of such a unique figure. Breaking through the foggy veil of uncertainty, he boldly faces the unknown, driven by an insatiable desire to understand. "Do these flickering candles in the tent cast dancing shadows, illuminating the path I must follow?" Every step forward is a testament to his unwavering determination, despite the ever-looming shadows. "I feel the thrill of getting closer to the solution that awaits me around the corner." He stands before her, venerable wisdom, baring his soul, longing for the wisdom that only she can give him. "I bow even deeper, ready to receive your blessing of knowledge. Guide me, O wise one, through the maze of existence, so that I may emerge victorious, armed with the sought enlightenment." He looks to the witch, hoping that his goal will find its end under her guidance.
