So I went on this scavenger hunt and found nothing but angry wolves. I couldn't run fast enough... I'm in shambles.
I fell through a maze, curious to see more.  
Entwined in words, and falsehoods, I carried on.
Denial was my shield. I never looked around I built my own nuanced dreams.
I held out a hand blindly, feeling only thorns.
I yanked, and it gave.  
I knew nothing held me, but my devotion to curiosity.  
By the end of my turn, I was surrounded by greedy wretchedness, it devoured me whole.