I arrive searching at a crossroads the dense fecund flora around me whispers,
This is a labyrinthine quest
long bark fingers reach out from the shadowscapes they hand me a stone tablet transcribed with incomprehensible scripture I grace my fingers over the stone the words chime within me,
There is no prize no obvious winners only scathed players
the words resound beneath the fierceness of the wind
If they speak from the soil they murmur hidden truths
the leaves encircle themselves in a waltz around my body and assure me,
You cannot listen too keenly you may imagine yourselfยญ a half truth a projection that isn't real
out of fear I rise to the tops of the echoing wood then fall as the ravenous roots force me onto a cobblestone pathway only lit by the corvine call.