"Fog blinds me as I stray from the beaten path. Who will help me if not myself. This road winds to and fro like a serpent slithering upon the ground. The trees seem angry, the sky blackened by the clouds. The sun no longer seems to warm my skin as it once did. The wind no longer blows my hair as it once did. The grass feels ashen upon my feet . The air in my lungs like smoke, constricting me. Where have I gone? Where have I ended up? The hands of Fate seem to guide me deeper into the forest. I lose feeling in my limbs. The only sound is my hearts constant soothing rhythm. The moon shines through the gruesomely shaped branches. Evil resides in this forest, its putrid stick reaches my nostrils as I walk deeper still. Every bone in my body shakes in the silence. The creaking of the swaying trees the only sounds besides my footsteps and breathing. I am lost, but Who Will Help Me If Not Myself?"