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Have you ever awoken somewhere with absolutely no recollection of where exactly you are? I’m afraid that I have after a few fits, but the most interesting and frightsome instance I can remember is waking beside a river, on the ground. I could smell rotting earth beneath me, clean water beside; and the birds chirped with an urgency I hadn’t observed in years. I sat up and my head pained me. It felt stuffed full of cotton, all over pins. The twilight played on the ripples of the river and seemed a balm to my weary eyes. I got to my feet gradually, puzzlelike unsteady. The worst part of the entire ordeal was that there was no way of inquiring where was I or how ever had I come to be there; I knew no-one in that curious deep part of the forest, and no-one knew me.
It was at this point that I resolved to find my way home, but this too proved complexsome difficult. As soon as I chose a path to walk upon, an insidious doubt invited itself into my mind and I simply could not continue on in good conscience. I supposed, how ever, proceeding in poor conscience was preferable to not proceeding at all, and so I spun round on the spot and began to walk in the direction I happened to be facing.
The path forwards, it seemed so dark; the plants, so lost of life. Shrivelled, almost, I thought as I walked. Curious.