You wake up in the middle of what seems to be a forest. The full moon hangs overhead. You don’t know how you got there, and you can hear howls in the distance.
[spoiler]Now go! Do as you feel![/spoiler]
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[i]What plane of existence is this, that we have autonomy? Or is it not autonomy? Is that the predestination? I seem to have choice to move or stay, die or live. It is an illusion. Choice does not exist in this reality. Either way I am devoured.[/i]