A Vision of Choices

The muddy path winds and twists, sometimes as wide as a horse cart, and other times almost too narrow to tread. As you walk, the ground becomes more lush, with flowers of bright yellow and purple sprouting around your feet. Halting your movement, you notice that the flowers continue to grow, quickly wrapping around your legs. Before you can react, tendrils of black and green erupt from the soil, revealing the bones of unwary travelers half-buried in the ground. As the vines dig at your eyes, you scream, your mouth filling with cold mud.