Whilst wandering about in the Land of Exposition, head full of narrative arcs and characters, the single path upon which the journey has taken splinters off in three directions:
There’s the path to the left – sunny and clear, with flowery meadows and a flock of ducks meandering about in a quasi-random manner.
There’s the path to the right – dark and foreboding, with skeletal trees and a colony of bats circling about in a haphazard manner.
There’s the path in the middle – foggy and temperate, with trimmed hedges and a nest of rabbits bouncing about in no particular order.
At some (undisclosed) point in time, the choice down which path to take will be determined, and the experiences henceforth will shape how the rest of the journey will unfold. While each path leads to a single destination, side paths will inevitably appear, leading to somewhere else – they…
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