3,457

You wake to a searing headache on a bench in a dimly lit park. A feeling of deja vu overwhelms you as the number 3,457 burns into your mind. You massage your temples and grimace as the headache gradually fades. The number still remains, however, the only thing about this situation that doesn't seem familiar. Despite that, its sheer quantity makes you uneasy.

You stand up and realize that, despite how familiar the park is, you don't know where you are relative to your home. With nothing left to do, you move forward into the night.

The entire park is dead silent, so much so that it seems as if only your footsteps; heartbeat; and breathing are the only sounds around for miles. The sky is completely black, no stars, no moon, and the only thing lighting the stone path are faintly glowing yellow street lamps.

After traveling linearly for what feels like several hours, you come to a fork in the road. Two entrance-like overpasses made from greenery are in front of you. The left is exuding a kind of mist, you think you hear the wailing of something that isn't human from within it. The right is completely covered in darkness, not a light in sight down the path. The shadows of the right entrance appear as if they are smoke, moving and swirling atop the stone path---consuming it.

Which direction should you go?

You have 2 choices:

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