"You can go around," the mirror whispered in her own voice. "The Valley always offers a second path. But the crystal is only behind me ."
Now, pushing through a thicket of bioluminescent ferns, Kaelen felt the third shrine before she saw it. The air grew thick, syrupy. Each breath was a negotiation. The mist coalesced into shapes: a childhood friend, a lost lover, a path not taken. They smiled with too many teeth. Futakin Valley -v0.035.14- By Mofuland