He wasn't too sure where to go. But he knew he had to keep going to get out of this realm of delirium.

As he made his way down paths less trodden, he couldn't help but notice a girl following him, seemingly trying to read his thoughts.


Often they would glance at each other, but never did they make eye contact nor sound.


On the 62nd day he sat down upon the ground and started carving on a boulder.


It read:
What is it that you want?




And he continued walking.