I am finished. I am finished. I am finished. I am finished. I am finished. I am finished.
I have two paths in front of me: one goes through woods is overgrown to the point that even the fruits and flowers are impossible to find through the thick vines, and the other leads through a desolate desert, all dry, hot sand.
And at the end of each path is the Judge, standing there in his dark red ceremonial, his metallic faceless helmet shining a bright orange in the sun, holding aloft a long spear, beckoning me forward. I have attempted to meet him before.... Shall I succeed this time?