I've failed my year walk. I brought light to a tunnel's dark womb, and unknowingly gazed upon symbols that would soon consume me. I saw visions of arrows at the dermal stone, but suddenly I was lost and never felt so alone. Now deep in the woods my cold body lays still, silently blanketed by the unrelenting chill. Soon another year walker will happen upon my poor soul, and lay me to rest in the arms of a well-dressed steed, awaiting my arrival in a brook that bleeds.
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