The path was laid before me, well thought out by its creator. But did I dare to take it? Who was this creator to think it knew my way? Grooming me just like the path. Shaping me for their own pleasure. Through the dense woods I cannot see where the path goes beyond the trees. The bends and curves, all so folly, the end destination awaits me proudly. As I sit and ponder, a creature emerges from beyond. Short and stubby on two legs. Arms waving in the breeze. His eyes are piercing dragonflies, blinking so much its hard to describe.

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