January 3 - The Road Less Travelled By
In the woods, there is a gravel path.
Nobody remembers laying it, if a human mind was even responsible.
Deeper into the forest, when the gravel is half-overgrown, the path splits.
To the left, the path continues, piercing its way through the whole of the woods.
To the right, the gravel turns red.
None return from the right-hand path.
But let’s travel down it anyway, shall we?
It starts off much the same as the left, albeit with a more menacing tint.
Soon enough, though, they significantly diverge.
Slowly, steadily, the grasses and vines take over the path.
The trees become more menacing, scraggly branches reaching down towards you.
The sounds of the woods slowly mute themselves.
They are replaced by far worse sounds.
After this, the path depends on the mood of the woods.
Are they hungry?
Are they thirsty?
Are they angry?
And then, when they’re done with you, they stick you in the ground to decompose.