I stop.\n\nI've gotten hopelessly lost, to the point that I know I can't make it.\n\nThe seasons are changing. By the time I reach the city, there won't be any more flowers.\n\n"Sorry."\n\nThere is no response.\n\n[[I turn around, and return home alone.|home-1]]

an obtuse pillar awaits here.\n\nThe road veers to the north, as I find myself surrounded by grassland.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid. I hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nAn unsound grade echoes.\n\nA folklore sleep echoes. A nephric day sings.\n\nA transcribed peak sings.\n\nA carven newsprint falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-6-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-8-9]]

I find an asphalt tower almost buried in the pebbles.\n\nThe route on the map veers to the south, as I find myself surrounded by rock.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nI search for something that cannot be found. An oozy sentence falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA rotate dipstick sings. Illegals.\n\nAn unshared paint falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless blouses swarm.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-7-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-9-6]]

I see a gash of fluent hedges beckoning towards me. A wedgy slab sleeps, peering.\n\nThe path is straight and narrow, beckoning me onwards.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. I search for something that cannot be found. A joyful zephyr reflects. Countless edwards swarm. Countless periodicals swarm.\n\nAn adnate single echoes.\n\nA crabwise violin reflects.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-5-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-7-9]]

I see you. Is it that time again?\n\nIt's been a while, but it feels like nothing's changed.\n\nEstella visited. Your old friend misses you too, you know. \n\nShe visits frequently, and always asks about my health. But I'm fine. I'm healthy enough to find you, aren't I?\n\n[[It's time.|route-1-3-0]]

I see you. Is it that time again?\n\nIt's been a while, but it feels like nothing's changed.\n\nEstella visited. \n\nShe says she wishes she could come with me. But you know how it is. It's hard to travel these days.\n\n[[It's time.|route-2-4-0]]

I see you. Is it that time again?\n\nIt's been a while, but it feels like nothing's changed.\n\nEstella visited. \n\nShe is visiting less often now.\n\n[[It's time.|route-3-3-0]]

I see you. Is it that time again?\n\nIt's been a while, but it feels like nothing's changed.\n\nEstella visited. \n\nI've lost track of the last time she was here. She has her own life now.\n\n[[It's time.|route-4-3-0]]

That's all you gave me. There are no more places to go.\n\nNo one has visited in a long time, but that's okay.\n\nIt's spring. [[I go outside once more to see the flowers.|end]]

The path branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nI'll reach the hills soon.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-2]]

I see a gash of paneled hedges beckoning towards me. A stocky bench lies, peering.\n\nThe route on the map branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet. A flagging appeal falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA hydro driver sings. A dedal dredger falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA scarcest servant sings. Countless tires swarm.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-6-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-8-5]]

A hempy blow of outcast stones sleeps south-east of where I stand. I wait.\n\nThe path seems to disappear.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-2-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-4-9]]

All too quickly, I go to the city of Dubefalih.\n\nYou told me you would be there, where the flowers were. So once again, I search.\n\nIt takes a bit of searching, but there they are, growing steadily.\n\n[[I wait, trying to hear your voice.|destination-chat-1]]\n\n<<set $dests += 1>>

A group of stroppy brambles sits east of where I stand. I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe path veers to the north.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-0]]

There is a guiltless mass of whiplike upturned stones nearby. I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe road winds about, as I find myself surrounded by grassland.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing. I hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet. A creamlaid male echoes. A heelless light sings. A vaulted pen echoes.\n\nMachines. Countless links swarm.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-7-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-9-7]]

It's quiet.\n\nThe way forward winds about.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing. I wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nI feel as though the city is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-4-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-6-7]]

I see an unsold swarm of crinkly bushes beckoning towards me. It's quiet.\n\nThe path veers west, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nI wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find. A disjunct refund falls deep into my dreams. A buttocked visitor falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless slashes swarm.\n\nA wanton throne sings.\n\nA nervine move falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-2]]

a short walk in the spring

A wall of brutal upturned stones exists north of where I stand. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe way forward twists about, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nI search for something that cannot be found.\n\nUnderwears.\n\nCountless hospitals swarm.\n\nChecks.\n\nAn unblent banjo echoes.\n\nAn unfelled net reflects.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-7-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-9-5]]

I find a wretched clock almost buried in the stone.\n\nThe way forward twists about.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-1-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-3-6]]

There is a group of unlined cliffs off in the distance. I wait.\n\nThe way forward seems to disappear, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nI search for something that cannot be found.\n\nA ramose furniture sings. A straining explanation echoes. A wrathless fog falls deep into my dreams.\n\nDeads.\n\nAn unchaste network echoes.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-6-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-8-7]]

There is a stretch of wrapround brambles nearby. Before it, sleeps an undraped clock, silent.\n\nThe road veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-1-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-3-2]]

I see a field of heapy trees beckoning towards me. Aside it, awaits an undone clock, silent.\n\nThe route on the map streches out before me, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-1]]

There is a gradely swarm of costive spikes nearby. A boneless flower sleeps, peering.\n\nThe path seems to disappear.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-3-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-5-8]]

A wall of prostyle brambles rests south-west of where I stand. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe way forward is straight and narrow, as I find myself surrounded by rock.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI feel as though the city is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-3-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-5-6]]

There is a span of beetle cliffs off in the distance. An ingrain flower exists, peering.\n\nThe course I must take seems to disappear.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nI feel as though the city is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-3-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-5-4]]

I find a dozenth clock almost buried in the rock.\n\nThe path streches out before me, as I find myself surrounded by stone.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nI feel as though the city is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-3-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-5-2]]

The route on the map veers to the north.\n\nI'll reach the temple soon.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-4]]\n\n[[Wander|route-4-2-3]]

I'm surrounded by a gash of unfree upturned stones. Aside it, sits a boastless slab, silent.\n\nThe way forward veers to the north, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nI wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-0]]

I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe road branches off into infinite directions, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI see the world's edges, and the parts where it is just a little bit broken.\n\nA barrelled temperature reflects.\n\nCents. A leafless agenda sings. Countless trowels swarm.\n\nSuedes.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-5-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-7-5]]

There is a group of waning endless voids nearby. Nearby, sits a shocking pillar, silent.\n\nThe route on the map is straight and narrow, as I find myself surrounded by moss.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. I see the world's edges, and the parts where it is just a little bit broken.\n\nCountless tents swarm.\n\nA decent patient falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless tastes swarm.\n\nCountless distributions swarm.\n\nA prepense rainstorm sings.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-4]]

I see a written mass of scalpless endless voids beckoning towards me. An exposed pillar sits, peering.\n\nThe road twists about.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nOnce, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see.\n\nA routine boundary echoes. A favoured milkshake echoes. A seamy message sings.\n\nA sparing punishment falls deep into my dreams. Shampoos.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-5-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-7-7]]

There is a gash of latest trees nearby. It's lonely out here.\n\nThe route on the map veers to the south.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before. Everything fades.\n\nA leaden chalk falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA brunet condition falls deep into my dreams. A spermic school echoes. Games. A gladsome philosophy sings.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-7-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-9-8]]

The path veers west.\n\nI feel as though I am getting close.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-2]]\n\n[[Wander|route-2-2-6]]

It's lonely out here.\n\nThe way forward veers to the north, as I find myself surrounded by moss.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nI search for something that cannot be found.\n\nA sourish lead sings.\n\nCountless ethiopias swarm.\n\nAn unfought tom-tom falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless humidities swarm. Countless oaks swarm.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-7-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-9-6]]

I see a townish mass of aching upturned stones beckoning towards me. I wait.\n\nThe route on the map winds about.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nEverything fades.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-4-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-6-2]]

A gash of crannied endless voids sleeps west of where I stand. An abloom pillar lies, peering.\n\nThe course I must take veers west.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid. A fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids.\n\nI feel as though the ruins is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-4-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-6-8]]

A group of lavish hedges exists south-east of where I stand. Nearby, exists a gauzy bench, staring menacingly at the middle distance.\n\nThe path branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nI wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nI feel as though the ruins is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-4-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-6-6]]

There is a group of guilty trees off in the distance. A pipy clock exists, peering.\n\nThe way forward winds about, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-2-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-4-3]]

A wall of viscid endless voids lies south of where I stand. I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe way forward veers to the south.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-2-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-4-5]]

There is a broody mass of zincy trees nearby. A fifty bench sits, peering.\n\nThe way forward branches off into infinite directions.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before. I hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nCountless stations swarm.\n\nA distent fear echoes. Countless cloakrooms swarm. Blows.\n\nA wheaten red reflects.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-10-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-12-9]]

There is a field of inapt bushes nearby. Crowning over it, sits a craven statue, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe way forward branches off into infinite directions.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nI see the world's edges, and the parts where it is just a little bit broken. A stubbled ton falls deep into my dreams. Countless bakeries swarm. A mono protocol sings.\n\nA salted carol falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA clueless magazine reflects.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-7-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-9-5]]

I find a starving slab almost buried in the stone.\n\nThe route on the map twists about.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nOnce, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see. Sausages. A packaged latex sings. A lumpen bridge echoes. A shiest bonsai reflects.\n\nA textless particle reflects.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-8-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-10-7]]

There is a rumpless blow of midships cliffs off in the distance. A bitchy branch exists, peering.\n\nThe path winds about, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-1-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-3-5]]

I'm surrounded by a gash of pushy upturned stones. Beneath it, sleeps a flitting statue, silent.\n\nThe path veers to the north.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nA serfish quilt sings.\n\nA deathful passive echoes. Countless submarines swarm.\n\nAn unmissed libra reflects.\n\nMirrors.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-9-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-11-9]]

I wait.\n\nThe path seems to disappear, as I find myself surrounded by stone.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. Everything fades.\n\nCountless anthropologies swarm.\n\nA tiptop state sings.\n\nA curly market reflects.\n\nAn unframed millennium echoes. A cymoid goose falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-1]]

It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe course I must take seems to disappear, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-1-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-3-5]]

A stretch of bifid cliffs rests in all directions of where I stand. Beyond it, sits a scandent pillar, staring menacingly at the middle distance.\n\nThe course I must take is straight and narrow, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-1-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-3-8]]

It's that time again.\n\nThere is still something I have to do.\n\nI tire for a moment, and rest upon the grassland beneath me.\n\nThere is a span of lenten endless voids nearby. A vixen statue sits, peering.\n\nThe way forward branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by grassland.\n\n[[Press onwards|route-3-2-1]]\n\n[[Wander|route-3-4-1]]

A gash of crannied mounds awaits north-west of where I stand. It's lonely out here.\n\nThe path is straight and narrow, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nOnce, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see.\n\nI feel as though the hills is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-4-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-6-6]]

There is a field of clawless bushes off in the distance. A natant pine cone rests, peering.\n\nThe road veers west.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-1-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-3-9]]

It's lonely out here.\n\nThe course I must take branches off into infinite directions.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nMens. An unworked sun falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA caudate jason reflects.\n\nTrigonometries.\n\nA mushy road reflects.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-9-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-11-8]]

I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe route on the map veers east, as I find myself surrounded by stone.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nEverything fades. Countless accordions swarm. Countless februaries swarm.\n\nA knotty tongue echoes.\n\nPins. An afoot digger falls deep into my dreams.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-10-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-12-9]]

A shadowed swarm of storeyed endless voids exists north of where I stand. A sectile slab awaits, peering.\n\nThe path winds about.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nI search for something that cannot be found.\n\nA spoony sing falls deep into my dreams.\n\nAn unsung wash falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA jocose composer falls deep into my dreams. A hawkish child sings.\n\nAn urgent geology reflects.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-3]]

There is an unchewed blow of folklore brambles off in the distance. A turgent bench exists, peering.\n\nThe path veers to the north, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-1-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-3-4]]

A wall of apish brambles sits north-south of where I stand. Before it, sits a limey slab, silent.\n\nThe course I must take seems to disappear, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. Once, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see. Countless marches swarm.\n\nA themeless kayak reflects.\n\nA gutless node falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA snazzy measure reflects. An inspired begonia reflects.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-6-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-8-9]]

I see a group of chrismal trees beckoning towards me. It's lonely out here.\n\nThe route on the map winds about, as I find myself surrounded by moss.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. Once, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see.\n\nA motey appendix echoes.\n\nA misproud structure falls deep into my dreams.\n\nBreaths.\n\nA kaput gorilla echoes. An ashamed susan reflects.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-3]]

I'm surrounded by a group of glaikit mounds. Beneath it, awaits a bulky statue, laughing at the gloom.\n\nThe route on the map veers west, beckoning me onwards.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. I search for something that cannot be found.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-4-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-6-4]]

The path twists about.\n\nThere isn't that much further to go.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-1]]\n\n[[Wander|route-1-2-3]]

It's lonely out here.\n\nThe route on the map streches out before me.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nOnce, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see.\n\nA freshman window reflects.\n\nCountless koreans swarm. A marshy star echoes. A simplex passbook reflects.\n\nCountless biplanes swarm.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-0]]

There is a wall of jocund trees nearby. A labile statue sleeps, peering.\n\nThe route on the map veers west.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. Slow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet. Countless asphalts swarm.\n\nCountless pickles swarm.\n\nA compelled step falls deep into my dreams.\n\nAn algal father sings.\n\nPockets.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-6-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-8-5]]

There is a cheerful blow of dickey brambles nearby. I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe road seems to disappear, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nA fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids.\n\nAn accrete Santa sings.\n\nA feathered height sings.\n\nA telic internet echoes.\n\nA blotto sweatshirt echoes. A galliard protocol reflects.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-7-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-9-6]]

I see a field of bilious brambles beckoning towards me. Beyond it, sleeps an unshocked bench, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe course I must take veers to the north.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nA fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids. A rushing elephant echoes.\n\nA ropy lipstick sings. Countless printers swarm. A woodsy morning sings.\n\nA tattered attic reflects.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-6-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-8-7]]

a westbound bench rests here.\n\nThe path veers to the north, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing. I search for something that cannot be found. Countless columns swarm.\n\nAn unrude carriage sings.\n\nAn unscathed television reflects. A jointured router echoes.\n\nTeas.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-7-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-9-8]]

The course I must take winds about, as I find myself surrounded by moss.\n\nI feel as though I am getting close.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-0]]\n\n[[Wander|route-0-2-8]]

The way forward veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI'll reach the ruins soon.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-0]]\n\n[[Wander|route-0-2-6]]

The road streches out before me, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI feel as though I am getting close.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-0]]\n\n[[Wander|route-0-2-4]]

I see a tamest blow of harnessed mounds beckoning towards me. I wait.\n\nThe road branches off into infinite directions, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-1-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-3-7]]

I'm surrounded by a wall of sprucing brambles. A wacky statue awaits, peering.\n\nThe route on the map veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-2-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-4-4]]

There is a stretch of cytoid mounds off in the distance. Aside it, sleeps a fungous pine cone, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe route on the map veers west, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nA curving timbale reflects.\n\nCatsups.\n\nPigs.\n\nA revolved point falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA grudging mexican reflects.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-9-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-11-7]]

The way forward is straight and narrow, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI feel as though I am getting close.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-0]]

a kosher statue awaits here.\n\nThe way forward veers to the north.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nCountless switches swarm. A scribal session sings.\n\nA jointed bagpipe reflects. A countless undercloth sings.\n\nAn enthralled hedge reflects.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-5-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-7-3]]

I see a wall of mainstream trees beckoning towards me. It's quiet.\n\nThe path streches out before me.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-2-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-4-9]]

It's spring.\n\nThis is a not-so-short interactive fiction piece about a traveler and a ghost. The project was originally conceptualized as a [[Nanogenmo|https://nanogenmo.github.io/]] entry back in November 2016, and was not initially meant to be interactive. However, the different pieces ended up having a natural interactive element to them, and it was fairly simple to convert the generated text into a format that could become interactive.\n\nThe piece is generated with Javascript / Python in twee format, and compiled in Twine 1.4.\n\n!!Design\n\nThe story is about a person whose closest friend passed away, and learned that the friend’s ghost would manifest in certain locations at flower patches. The narrator then travels to those locations, possibly wandering astray, and speaks to the ghost.\n\nThe concept is similar to a lot of Nanogenmo entries in that it’s about a traveler, and a bulk of generation is on the world that the traveler explores. Once the story evolved into interactive fiction, the general flow was:\n\n# Go to a destination and generate a route. \n# You always have a choice whether to press onwards, or wander. \n## If you press onwards, you get closer and closer to the destination until you arrive\n## If you wander, the world gets more and more surreal\n## Every time you wander, you have to spend the same amount of time to get back on track.\n# If you get lost for a long time, (more than twice the distance to get there), you end up getting lost and going home.\n\nThe content is partly handwritten, partly generated. Most of the sentences are written as templates, where the verbs and some of the sentence are pre-written, with nouns and adjectives filled in from context or from word banks. In code, content generation was separated into four distinct areas: presets, home, destinations, and the route.\n\n!!Presets\n\nThis part of the code handled the prose that was entirely prewritten and static, particularly the first scene, the ending, and the passage for getting lost.\n\n!!!Home\n\nThe area that the narrator returns to between trips. The main generated part here is that there is a visitor, whose name and gender are randomly generated. The actions this visitor can take are pre-written, but the action that is selected for that scene is chosen randomly by the computer.\n\n!!!Destinations \n\nThe name and type of the destination are generated, but the general sentences are handwritten, save for the dialogue section.\n\nThe dialogue section at the destination (when the narrator summons the ghost) relies on a chatbot . The narrator’s dialogue is randomly selected from a few sentences, fed into the chatbot, and a sort of nonsensical dialogue follows. \n\n!!!Routes\n\nRoutes are almost entirely generated text, and the character travels along the route to the destination. The generator has an invisible ‘distance’ variable, which determines how many interactions are needed to reach the destination: the narrator starts either 2, 3, or 4 units away from the destination, and a generated passage describing the scenery is presented. Each passage on the route has two choices: press onwards decreases distance by 1, and if distance hits 0, then the narrator arrives at the destination. Wander increases distance by 1.\n\nEach time a passage is displayed, a timer increases by 1. If the timer hits 10, the narrator gets hopelessly lost, gives up and goes home. This is only possible if the narrator has wandered a few times.\nThe passages themselves also vary based on distance. At its baseline, the passage describes the path the narrator is traveling, and possibly terrain and weather if they have changed. At around distance 3 and 4, the narrator begins describing the surroundings a bit more in detail, the generator drawing from a bank of premade objects or large landmarks. By distance 5 and 6, the details become more surreal, and start pulling adjectives and nouns from a larger dataset that may no longer match the environment.\n\n!!!Ending\n\nThere are three endings, depending on how many destinations were reached successfully. All of them are handwritten.\n\n!!On Generation\n\nFor the most part, sentence structure, narrative structure, and even whole passages are handwritten, with generated content mostly relegated to individual words within sentences, or choosing where to place those sentences. None of the plot points or story elements are created from machine generation. \n\nBecause of the branching narrative, there’s the fact that a great deal of what’s generated will not be read. The whole story generated is roughly ~200 passages, many of them for the various paths on the routes that are not taken. However, generation is still rather structured, so the parts that are left unread will not feel terribly unique.\n \n[[Return|Start]]\n

It's lonely out here.\n\nThe road veers to the south, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. Everything fades.\n\nA connate sea echoes. A leadless whiskey echoes. An apeak columnist echoes.\n\nProtocols.\n\nA clucky beautician sings.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-5-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-7-7]]

I wait.\n\nThe way forward veers to the north.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nEverything fades. A snazzy cold falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless roberts swarm.\n\nA relieved top sings.\n\nA bardic cauliflower sings. A zoning eyebrow echoes.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-5-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-7-5]]

A stretch of twelvefold brambles sleeps east of where I stand. A deism flower awaits, peering.\n\nThe way forward branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by stone.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet. A perky liver echoes.\n\nA tsarist effect falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA chemic noodle reflects. A cozy tadpole sings.\n\nCountless attractions swarm.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-1]]

I see a wall of cycloid bushes beckoning towards me. Beneath it, sits a jestful branch, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe route on the map branches off into infinite directions.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI see the world's edges, and the parts where it is just a little bit broken.\n\nCountless irises swarm.\n\nCountless commas swarm.\n\nA needy boundary echoes.\n\nWinters. A slimline regret echoes.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-5-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-7-9]]

A group of boozy hedges exists south-west of where I stand. A buoyant statue sits, peering.\n\nThe way forward streches out before me.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-1-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-3-9]]

There is a field of lotic brambles nearby. I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe route on the map is straight and narrow, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-3]]

A reptile mass of subfusc brambles rests south of where I stand. I wait.\n\nThe road twists about, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-2-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-4-2]]

There is a field of knifeless brambles nearby. I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe path is straight and narrow, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nI feel as though the temple is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-3-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-5-4]]

The way forward is straight and narrow, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI feel as though I am getting close.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-2]]\n\n[[Wander|route-2-2-8]]

a sparser statue rests here.\n\nThe route on the map winds about.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nI feel as though the temple is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-3-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-5-8]]

I see a scientific mass of papist brambles beckoning towards me. Beside it, rests a blameless statue, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe course I must take winds about, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-3-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-5-6]]

a pulsing statue awaits here.\n\nThe course I must take seems to disappear.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nA fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids.\n\nI feel as though the hills is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-4-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-6-2]]

I'm surrounded by a whapping blow of cauline hedges. An unschooled bench sleeps, peering.\n\nThe road veers to the south.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-4]]

I see a stormproof mass of uncross trees beckoning towards me. I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe way forward winds about, as I find myself surrounded by moss.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI feel as though the valley is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-3-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-5-6]]

The air is filled with longing, and the mossy rock a certain sorrow.\n\nThe route on the map veers to the south.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-3-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-5-8]]

There is a filar blow of eery brambles off in the distance. A piny bench sleeps, peering.\n\nThe course I must take veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nI feel as though the valley is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-3-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-5-2]]

There is a wall of thriftless brambles off in the distance. A lyric slab sleeps, peering.\n\nThe route on the map veers west, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. I wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nA frightful discovery echoes.\n\nA headmost crib sings.\n\nCountless italies swarm.\n\nCountless Sundaies swarm. Boies.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-4]]

I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe way forward veers east.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-3-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-5-4]]

It's quiet.\n\nThe road twists about, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-3-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-5-2]]

There is a wall of nocent trees off in the distance. It's lonely out here.\n\nThe route on the map branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by rock.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-1]]

I'm surrounded by a stretch of kacha endless voids. A forworn slab sleeps, peering.\n\nThe course I must take veers east, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-2-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-4-6]]

It's quiet.\n\nThe way forward veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-2-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-4-9]]

A gash of shameless trees exists in all directions of where I stand. A smutty statue sleeps, peering.\n\nThe path branches off into infinite directions.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nA fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids.\n\nI feel as though the hills is incredibly far away.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-2]]

I'm surrounded by a wall of worldwide upturned stones. Beside it, sits a shadeless statue, staring menacingly at the middle distance.\n\nThe route on the map veers to the south, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-2-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-4-5]]

Amorphous

A field of parky upturned stones lies east-west of where I stand. A headlong bench sleeps, peering.\n\nThe road veers east, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-2-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-4-7]]

An unhanged mass of mirthful cliffs awaits north-east of where I stand. Beyond it, exists a downright flower, silent.\n\nThe path streches out before me, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before. I see the world's edges, and the parts where it is just a little bit broken. A selfsame direction echoes. Revolves. Inputs.\n\nA daimen cupcake reflects.\n\nA warty country falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-8-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-10-9]]

It's that time again.\n\nThis is the last promise I have made.\n\nThere is a wall of dendroid upturned stones nearby. An alive pillar lies, peering.\n\nThe course I must take streches out before me, as I find myself surrounded by grassland.\n\n[[Press onwards|route-4-2-1]]\n\n[[Wander|route-4-4-1]]

I find a dowie pillar almost buried in the grass.\n\nThe route on the map seems to disappear, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-2-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-4-3]]

I'm surrounded by a group of malar cliffs. Crowning over it, lies a gunless statue, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe route on the map winds about, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid. Slow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-4-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-6-8]]

There is a stretch of incised upturned stones nearby. I wait.\n\nThe route on the map veers to the north, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet. A brimless domain reflects.\n\nA trillion cloth falls deep into my dreams. A muted rugby sings.\n\nA folded invoice sings. A hornish jar reflects.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-6-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-8-6]]

a short walk in the spring.\n\nThe flowers have sprouted in all the cities you used to go. Visit them to honor your ghosts, or wander away to escape them.\n\n----\n\nThis game was mostly written by a Javascript / Python computer program. Sometimes, the computer creates haunting descriptions that I would have never thought of on my own. Sometimes, the text veers towards nonsense. \n\nI encourage skimming; there is a definite beginning and end to this story, but the middle is a bit broken, and is mostly unknown even to me.\n\n[[Begin.]]\n\n[[Afterword|Design Notes.]] - a set of notes regarding the design of the game and the program that generates it. I encourage you to read it after going through the game once.\n

I see a stretch of spherelike upturned stones beckoning towards me. I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe path veers to the south.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet.\n\nCountless waterfalls swarm.\n\nA carpal lunge reflects.\n\nAn unripe fortnight sings.\n\nAn elder french echoes.\n\nCountless tips swarm.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-3]]

There is a group of plosive cliffs nearby. I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe path winds about.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-2-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-4-7]]

I wait.\n\nThe course I must take twists about.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet.\n\nRevolvers. A confused recorder echoes.\n\nA reedy tin sings.\n\nA moory coal sings. Countless balloons swarm.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-6-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-8-5]]

A gash of unstocked hedges sleeps north-east of where I stand. A cliquey slab sits, peering.\n\nThe route on the map veers east.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. I wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nCountless hemps swarm.\n\nJumbos. A noisy myanmar echoes. Umbrellas. A wakeless icebreaker echoes.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-10-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-12-8]]

All too quickly, I drive to the hills of Lilcepda.\n\nYou told me you would be there, where the flowers were. So once again, I search.\n\nThey are there, by the side of the road.\n\n[[I wait, trying to hear your voice.|destination-chat-2]]\n\n<<set $dests += 1>>

As the sun rises behind me, I gravitate to the valley of Cukzeji.\n\nYou told me you would be there, where the flowers were. So once again, I search.\n\nI see them. Tiny red things, clustered here and there.\n\n[[I wait, trying to hear your voice.|destination-chat-3]]\n\n<<set $dests += 1>>

After far too long, I turn to the ruins of Zisenki.\n\nYou told me you would be there, where the flowers were. So once again, I search.\n\nI find them easily, in a quiet hollow.\n\n[[I wait, trying to hear your voice.|destination-chat-0]]\n\n<<set $dests += 1>>

I'm surrounded by a brilliant blow of tawie brambles. Beside it, exists a rooted slab, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe course I must take twists about, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-1-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-3-7]]

After far too long, I gravitate to the temple of Zelecwuw.\n\nYou told me you would be there, where the flowers were. So once again, I search.\n\nIt took so much searching to find your flowers this time. They looked almost withered, but they were there.\n\n[[I wait, trying to hear your voice.|destination-chat-4]]\n\n<<set $dests += 1>>

A stretch of tameless brambles sleeps east-west of where I stand. Beside it, sits a beaded bench, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe route on the map branches off into infinite directions.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-1-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-3-3]]

I wait.\n\nThe route on the map seems to disappear, as I find myself surrounded by moss.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet. A preschool cello falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA treen grouse reflects.\n\nA poltroon computer echoes.\n\nJanuaries.\n\nAn undug light falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-5-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-7-3]]

There is a gash of porcine trees off in the distance. Before it, sleeps a gratis statue, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe path seems to disappear, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. I hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nCountless balineses swarm.\n\nA backboned bankbook echoes.\n\nA fifteenth examination falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA dauntless friend echoes. Feedbacks.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-6-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-8-8]]

I see a sclerosed swarm of foreseen mounds beckoning towards me. Before it, rests a dreary branch, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe course I must take veers to the north.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-2]]

A remnant blow of advised trees awaits east of where I stand. It's quiet.\n\nThe course I must take streches out before me.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. Once, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see.\n\nA whitish stinger echoes. Doubts.\n\nA lanose windshield sings.\n\nA hopeful greece falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA heady timer falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-0]]

I wait.\n\nThe way forward winds about, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nI wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find. A careless ex-wife sings.\n\nLatexes.\n\nAn ashen cinema sings.\n\nA kayoed yak echoes.\n\nA grumbly dad echoes.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-6-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-8-4]]

I hear your voice in the distance, and call out to you.\n\n"Hello." I say.\n\n"How are you?"\n\n"Sometimes I wonder if it's useless, talking to you."\n\n"Oh, you really think so?"\n\n"I hope you are well."\n\n"A shame, isn't it?"\n\n"I hope you are well."\n\n"A shame, isn't it?"\n\n"I'm okay."\n\n"Yeah, I guess so."\n\nYour voice fades, far too soon. I make one last promise. "I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n"Yes, I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n[[I leave the ruins behind.|home-0]]

There is a wall of trinal endless voids off in the distance. A cestoid bench sits, peering.\n\nThe route on the map veers west, as I find myself surrounded by grassland.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nEverything fades.\n\nI feel as though the valley is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-4-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-6-7]]

There is an unscaled blow of agleam endless voids nearby. I wait.\n\nThe course I must take veers west.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nA fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids. An expired samurai reflects. A statued roast reflects.\n\nA gnomish smell sings. Countless nations swarm. An unruled christmas echoes.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-0]]

I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe road is straight and narrow.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nOnce, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see.\n\nA roundish distribution echoes.\n\nTitaniums.\n\nA juiceless tv echoes. A billionth event sings.\n\nA latter target falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-5-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-7-4]]

I'm surrounded by a freeborn mass of landed stones. It's lonely out here.\n\nThe road veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid. I hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nA hectic egypt echoes. Countless bombs swarm.\n\nEffects. Countless pumpkins swarm.\n\nA frockless scale falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-5-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-7-6]]

It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe route on the map veers west, as I find myself surrounded by pebbles.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. I see the world's edges, and the parts where it is just a little bit broken. A cirrate cast reflects.\n\nA sleepy team echoes.\n\nA trillionth pump echoes.\n\nAn unchanged tin falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA valval lawyer sings.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-5-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-7-8]]

It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe way forward veers west, as I find myself surrounded by stone.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. I wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nA heavies carpenter falls deep into my dreams. A ringless freon sings. A squarrose crow echoes. Attacks. Countless cheeks swarm.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-1]]

The road twists about.\n\nI'll reach the hills soon.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-2]]\n\n[[Wander|route-2-2-4]]

I'm surrounded by a group of cocksure upturned stones. It's quiet.\n\nThe route on the map branches off into infinite directions, beckoning me onwards.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. Everything fades.\n\nA rightist purple falls deep into my dreams.\n\nAn uncharmed print falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA stalwart cord falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA sunbeamed kitten sings.\n\nA cirsoid sunflower falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-8-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-10-6]]

There is a stretch of dusky brambles nearby. It's quiet.\n\nThe route on the map winds about.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nA fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-4-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-6-5]]

There is a wall of brutelike trees nearby. Beyond it, rests a larine tower, silent.\n\nThe course I must take seems to disappear, beckoning me onwards.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. Everything fades. A convict period falls deep into my dreams. Countless stamps swarm.\n\nA trillion alligator sings. A stricken straw reflects.\n\nA chambered kidney reflects.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-1]]

I stop.\n\nI've gotten hopelessly lost, to the point that I know I can't make it.\n\nThe seasons are changing. By the time I reach the valley, there won't be any more flowers.\n\n"Sorry."\n\nThere is no response.\n\n[[I turn around, and return home alone.|home-3]]

I see a field of naughty trees beckoning towards me. A chipper bench sits, peering.\n\nThe route on the map seems to disappear.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing. I search for something that cannot be found.\n\nCocktails.\n\nA fledgeling gun falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA downwind form reflects.\n\nA wettish trade reflects. An unshaped zoo falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-0]]

A group of ratlike upturned stones rests north-east of where I stand. I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe route on the map seems to disappear, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nI search for something that cannot be found.\n\nA stoneground peen reflects.\n\nNovembers.\n\nA prostrate radiator sings.\n\nAn ungrudged dust sings.\n\nSnows.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-9-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-11-8]]

I stop.\n\nI've gotten hopelessly lost, to the point that I know I can't make it.\n\nThe seasons are changing. By the time I reach the ruins, there won't be any more flowers.\n\n"Sorry."\n\nThere is no response.\n\n[[I turn around, and return home alone.|home-0]]

I'm surrounded by a matted blow of essive upturned stones. Crowning over it, awaits a filial bench, silent.\n\nThe route on the map veers to the south.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nEverything fades. Countless shocks swarm.\n\nA printless heaven sings.\n\nHydrogens. A drier pamphlet falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless blinkers swarm.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-4]]

There is an erased blow of tearful mounds off in the distance. I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe route on the map veers to the south, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-2-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-4-4]]

A soothfast blow of dozing bushes awaits north-east of where I stand. Nearby, rests a caudate statue, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe course I must take is straight and narrow, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-2-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-4-2]]

I'm surrounded by a group of branchless mounds. Beside it, awaits a bulky pine cone, staring menacingly at the middle distance.\n\nThe path veers to the south, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-2-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-4-8]]

There is a span of podgy trees off in the distance. Before it, sleeps an unpeeled statue, staring menacingly at the middle distance.\n\nThe path twists about.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-2-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-4-6]]

The road branches off into infinite directions.\n\nThere isn't that much further to go.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-3]]\n\n[[Wander|route-3-2-5]]

The course I must take veers to the north, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nThere isn't that much further to go.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-3]]\n\n[[Wander|route-3-2-7]]

The route on the map veers to the north, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI'll reach the valley soon.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-3]]\n\n[[Wander|route-3-2-3]]

There is a field of techy trees nearby. A mis pillar awaits, peering.\n\nThe path seems to disappear, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-1-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-3-8]]

I see a chainless swarm of profaned upturned stones beckoning towards me. Aside it, rests a kingly slab, silent.\n\nThe path branches off into infinite directions.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-1-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-3-6]]

The path branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nI'll reach the valley soon.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-3]]\n\n[[Wander|route-3-2-9]]

I'm surrounded by a stretch of pious bushes. Crowning over it, sleeps a vagrant pine cone, laughing at the gloom.\n\nThe path veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nEverything fades.\n\nA speckled decision echoes.\n\nA trustful check reflects. Countless times swarm.\n\nElephants. An unbridged hydrant reflects.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-2]]

It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe course I must take branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-1-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-3-2]]

I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe route on the map veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-3-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-5-7]]

A sparser mass of untinned hedges sits south-east of where I stand. It's quiet.\n\nThe route on the map branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by grassland.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI feel as though the ruins is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-3-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-5-5]]

There is a corvine swarm of grouchy mounds nearby. It's quiet.\n\nThe road veers to the north.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-3-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-5-9]]

It's that time again.\n\nI begin a long quest.\n\nSoft mossy rock envelopes me.\n\nThere is a group of eastmost upturned stones off in the distance. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe road veers east, as I find myself surrounded by moss.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\n[[Press onwards|route-0-3-1]]\n\n[[Wander|route-0-5-1]]

There is a shocking blow of scrannel bushes nearby. It's lonely out here.\n\nThe path veers to the north, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-3-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-5-5]]

I'm surrounded by a gangling mass of senseless bushes. An oblong statue sleeps, peering.\n\nThe way forward veers to the north, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nI feel as though the hills is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-3-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-5-7]]

It's that time again.\n\nI leave for a place I have never seen.\n\nThe dead leaves guide me.\n\nA group of guiltless mounds sleeps north-south of where I stand. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe route on the map veers east.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\n[[Press onwards|route-2-3-1]]\n\n[[Wander|route-2-5-1]]

I'm surrounded by a motile blow of awkward brambles. I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe course I must take branches off into infinite directions.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. A fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids. A jaded fork reflects.\n\nA postern stranger sings. A nascent activity echoes. Countless teas swarm. A tressured study sings.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-8-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-10-8]]

There is a stoneware blow of zippy upturned stones off in the distance. Beside it, exists a professed bench, silent.\n\nThe course I must take branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-3-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-5-9]]

I see a wall of unflawed trees beckoning towards me. Beyond it, lies a flighty slab, laughing at the gloom.\n\nThe path is straight and narrow, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-2-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-4-3]]

There is a stretch of exchanged trees off in the distance. Aside it, rests a tutti slab, staring menacingly at the middle distance.\n\nThe way forward twists about, beckoning me onwards.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nOnce, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see. Countless goldfishes swarm.\n\nCountless draws swarm.\n\nAn outspread religion reflects.\n\nA bardic shade echoes.\n\nA wakeless continent sings.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-8-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-10-9]]

There is a group of drossy endless voids off in the distance. A limy bench awaits, peering.\n\nThe road veers to the north, as I find myself surrounded by moss.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-2-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-4-8]]

I hear your voice in the distance, and call out to you.\n\n"It's good to see you." I say.\n\n"It's good to see you, too."\n\n"I'm okay."\n\n"Yeah, I guess so."\n\n"Is it weird for me to be here?"\n\n"Oh, sure. Sorry for bringing this up."\n\n"Is it weird for me to be here?"\n\n"Oh, sure. Sorry for bringing this up."\n\n"I hope you are well."\n\n"A shame, isn't it?"\n\nYour voice fades, far too soon. I make one last promise. "I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n"Yes, I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n[[I leave the city behind.|home-1]]

There is a span of spheric bushes nearby. Beneath it, awaits an offish pine cone, staring menacingly at the middle distance.\n\nThe course I must take veers to the north.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nI wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find. Currencies.\n\nCountless accounts swarm.\n\nA yawning fired sings.\n\nA churchly flax falls deep into my dreams.\n\nRests.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-8-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-10-6]]

There is a gash of grizzled brambles nearby. Beside it, rests a flappy bench, laughing at the gloom.\n\nThe course I must take twists about, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI see the world's edges, and the parts where it is just a little bit broken.\n\nGardens.\n\nA harried pumpkin echoes. Countless quinces swarm.\n\nCoins. A rearward earthquake echoes.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-3]]

A gash of offshore mounds lies north of where I stand. Beneath it, awaits a willyard branch, silent.\n\nThe path veers west, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-1-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-3-3]]

I see a group of oaken hedges beckoning towards me. I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe course I must take seems to disappear, as I find myself surrounded by mossy rock.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. A fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids. A nineteen client sings.\n\nA diseased witch echoes.\n\nStep-sisters. A runty governor falls deep into my dreams. A loveless package sings.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-11-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-13-9]]

I'm surrounded by a wall of mettled trees. It's lonely out here.\n\nThe way forward branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by grassland.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nI feel as though the valley is incredibly far away.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-3]]

a dispersed statue sits here.\n\nThe way forward veers to the north, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-2-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-4-7]]

A field of wisest cliffs sleeps north-east of where I stand. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe path branches off into infinite directions.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet. A craftless nepal reflects. Shears.\n\nA blissless way sings.\n\nA grasping fear echoes.\n\nA flawless iran echoes.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-8-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-10-8]]

I find an unfought slab almost buried in the grass.\n\nThe route on the map seems to disappear, as I find myself surrounded by moss.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet. An air party reflects.\n\nCountless bands swarm. A disturbed cable echoes. A sadist height echoes. A beetle minibus falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-4]]

I see a witless mass of halting hedges beckoning towards me. It's quiet.\n\nThe course I must take is straight and narrow, as I find myself surrounded by grassland.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nI see the world's edges, and the parts where it is just a little bit broken.\n\nCountless chineses swarm.\n\nCountless sailors swarm. Countless angers swarm.\n\nAn urnfield female echoes.\n\nA histie gateway sings.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-8-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-10-9]]

I see a field of unpruned bushes beckoning towards me. Beyond it, sits a mirky statue, laughing at the gloom.\n\nThe road winds about, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-3-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-5-3]]

I see a stretch of fortis hedges beckoning towards me. I wait.\n\nThe way forward veers west.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. Once, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see. A farand baritone falls deep into my dreams. Skills. A naggy brass sings.\n\nA nicer feedback falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless wallets swarm.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-5-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-7-6]]

A gash of klutzy trees rests west of where I stand. I wait.\n\nThe road veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. A fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids. A blended space falls deep into my dreams. A bedimmed technician sings.\n\nA xyloid whip echoes.\n\nA ruffled case falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless statistics swarm.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-5-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-7-8]]

A moory swarm of chondral upturned stones sits in all directions of where I stand. A frightful pillar sits, peering.\n\nThe way forward veers east.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nI search for something that cannot be found. A vellum india reflects.\n\nFridaies.\n\nDeals. A western rub reflects. Corns.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-8-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-10-7]]

There is a putrid blow of contrate endless voids nearby. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe path seems to disappear.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet.\n\nA retrorse account sings. A hackneyed plant echoes.\n\nStores. A seaborne parenthesis echoes.\n\nSnowflakes.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-5-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-7-4]]

I wait.\n\nThe road streches out before me.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet. Countless debts swarm.\n\nA prudent battery reflects.\n\nA frumpy level falls deep into my dreams. An unrubbed locket echoes.\n\nCountless pastes swarm.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-6-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-8-8]]

I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe path streches out before me.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. A fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids. A loyal germany echoes.\n\nCountless swordfishes swarm. A stratous poland reflects. An unwept apple echoes. A monied mattock sings.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-6-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-8-6]]

I've come to the end of a long road.\n\nI spent many springs gathering flowers, and before I knew it I was back here.\n\nIt's getting harder to move my body around, so I don't think I can do anymore traveling. But that's okay. Everything must come to an end.\n\nWas it worth it?\n\n<<if $dests >= 5>>\nI've been diligent. I summoned you at all the places you promised to be, saw all the flowers you never did.\n\nI still don't understand them, but that's okay.\n\nThe spirits aren't much talkative, but it was good to hear your voice. I don't think I'll hear that voice again.\n\n...\n\nA long road, indeed. At the very end, beyond the flowers, beyond the people who have left us behind, you are there, waiting.\n<<else if $dests > 0>>\nI wandered a bit. I might've felt a bit bad about it, but the world is wider and stranger than I knew. I wouldn't have seen half the things I did had I plowed straight ahead.\n\nAt least I visited your spirit, a few times. I don't think I will again.\n\n...\n\nA long road, indeed. At the very end, beyond the flowers, beyond the people who have left us behind, you are there, waiting.\n<<else>>\nI think so. I traveled a lot. I saw places that I don't think I would've.\n\nI don't know what to think of you. You left me behind, and left me all these commands, and didn't really give me a way out. But I found my own way.\n\nBy the end, I realized that I don't miss you. I traveled not for your sake, but for the sake of my wonder. I felt bad about it, but I don't anymore. I had fun.\n\nAt the end of the long road, all that's left is me, and the edge of the world.\n<<endif>>\n\nFin.\n\n[[Return to Title|Start]]\n\n[[Afterword|Design Notes.]]

It's lonely out here.\n\nThe way forward veers to the north, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet.\n\nA benthic weed falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA louring mallet falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless spinaches swarm. Countless measures swarm. An unmanned pound sings.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-11-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-13-9]]

There is a shingly blow of unfine cliffs nearby. It's lonely out here.\n\nThe route on the map veers west, beckoning me onwards.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet. Hallwaies. Screens.\n\nAn outbound dead reflects. Grills.\n\nA gleeful attack falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI can't help but think I'm getting off track.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-9-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-11-8]]

It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe course I must take veers west.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-1-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-3-4]]

I see a yestern swarm of equine upturned stones beckoning towards me. Crowning over it, sleeps a raddled bench, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe road branches off into infinite directions, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. I search for something that cannot be found. A dulcet expert echoes. A slavish swiss sings. An absorbed luttuce reflects.\n\nAn untiled pimple sings. Chalks.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-5-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-7-4]]

A wall of sextan upturned stones rests west of where I stand. It's quiet.\n\nThe route on the map branches off into infinite directions.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-1-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-3-4]]

I'm surrounded by a stretch of pimply mounds. Beneath it, lies a serflike carving, laughing at the gloom.\n\nThe course I must take veers to the south, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nOnce, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see.\n\nMachines. An arid flesh sings.\n\nAn oarless singer sings.\n\nCountless badgers swarm.\n\nCountless clovers swarm.\n\nI listen to the sounds around me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-2]]

A stretch of massy bushes sits north-south of where I stand. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe way forward veers east.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet.\n\nA shyer bulb falls deep into my dreams.\n\nLimits.\n\nAn enlarged heron echoes. A presto iran falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA conferred ray falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-7-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-9-9]]

I'm surrounded by a span of dextral mounds. I wait.\n\nThe road veers to the north, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nEverything fades.\n\nAn ungeared dahlia echoes. A gamy roll reflects. A mantic revolver reflects. A seasick lunge sings. An unkept hot sings.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-2]]

It's that time again.\n\nMy body begins to move, as if awaiting an arrival.\n\nI tire for a moment, and rest upon the pebbles beneath me.\n\nThere is a gash of bended brambles nearby. I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe route on the map veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\n[[Press onwards|route-1-2-1]]\n\n[[Wander|route-1-4-1]]

I stop.\n\nI've gotten hopelessly lost, to the point that I know I can't make it.\n\nThe seasons are changing. By the time I reach the temple, there won't be any more flowers.\n\n"Sorry."\n\nThere is no response.\n\n[[I turn around, and return home alone.|home-4]]

The road veers east, beckoning me onwards.\n\nI'll reach the city soon.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-1]]\n\n[[Wander|route-1-2-5]]

There is a stretch of enarched brambles nearby. Crowning over it, sits an unpained pillar, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe path twists about, as I find myself surrounded by pebbles.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-2-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-4-5]]

There is a kirtled swarm of grassy cliffs nearby. Crowning over it, awaits a touchy pine cone, crystallized in the silence.\n\nThe way forward seems to disappear, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. Once, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see.\n\nA banner swing falls deep into my dreams. A thinnish help echoes.\n\nA depraved open echoes.\n\nA rhythmic fork echoes.\n\nAn unframed anthony sings.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-7-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-9-7]]

There is a wall of vibrant upturned stones nearby. It's quiet.\n\nThe route on the map streches out before me, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid. I wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nI feel as though the temple is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-4-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-6-7]]

There is a gash of confirmed endless voids off in the distance. Before it, rests a furtive pillar, silent.\n\nThe route on the map seems to disappear, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nA fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-4-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-6-5]]

The air is filled with longing, and the mossy rock a certain sorrow.\n\nThe path streches out before me.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nEverything fades.\n\nA frostlike tub reflects.\n\nAn inflamed pantry sings.\n\nCroissants.\n\nA vagrant poland falls deep into my dreams. A weepy duckling falls deep into my dreams.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-9-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-11-7]]

I see an unculled swarm of undecked endless voids beckoning towards me. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe course I must take veers east.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing. I see the world's edges, and the parts where it is just a little bit broken.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-4-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-6-3]]

A group of dozy trees rests north-west of where I stand. I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe path streches out before me.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-1-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-3-8]]

I'm surrounded by a group of engraved bushes. I wait.\n\nThe course I must take winds about, as I find myself surrounded by leaves.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. Everything fades. Hails.\n\nCountless polos swarm.\n\nA cringing Friday falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA sixty plate falls deep into my dreams.\n\nIllegals.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-10-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-12-8]]

I find a brumal slab almost buried in the grassland.\n\nThe road veers to the north.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing. I wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-4-5]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-6-5]]

A stretch of attuned hedges rests west of where I stand. I wonder how everyone else is doing while I'm gone.\n\nThe course I must take winds about.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nOnce, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-4-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-6-9]]

It's lonely out here.\n\nThe way forward veers east, as I find myself surrounded by pebbles.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nEverything fades. An airtight beard reflects. A musty step-mother reflects. A pucka shoulder sings.\n\nPianos.\n\nAn unkenned editor sings.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-6-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-8-9]]

There is a stretch of pass upturned stones nearby. A moneyed slab lies, peering.\n\nThe road veers west, beckoning me onwards.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nA fog peers in through the cracks of my eyelids.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-4-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-6-9]]

There is a gash of hipper mounds off in the distance. It's quiet.\n\nThe path winds about.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision. I hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nCountless fortnights swarm.\n\nA sunbaked crayfish falls deep into my dreams. A stifling product sings.\n\nA stutter macaroni falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless cymbals swarm.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-9-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-11-9]]

I'm surrounded by an increased blow of streamy spikes. I wait.\n\nThe course I must take twists about, as I find myself surrounded by pebbles.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid. Everything fades.\n\nA chirpy guide echoes. A fozy delivery falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA weepy fireman falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA flowered snowflake sings. An unsealed wave echoes.\n\nForgive me.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-7-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-9-8]]

an ersatz bench sleeps here.\n\nThe road veers east.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-3-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-5-3]]

I see a span of chirpy cliffs beckoning towards me. I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe course I must take veers to the north.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nI wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-4-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-6-3]]

I hear your voice in the distance, and call out to you.\n\n"It's good to see you." I say.\n\n"It's good to see you, too."\n\n"It's good to see you again."\n\n"It's good to see you, too."\n\n"Is it weird for me to be here?"\n\n"Oh, sure. Sorry for bringing this up."\n\n"Everything's the same as always."\n\n"It's okay. Just talking is enough."\n\n"It's good to see you again."\n\n"It's good to see you, too."\n\nYour voice fades, far too soon. I make one last promise. "I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n"Yes, I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n[[I leave the temple behind.|home-4]]

I'm surrounded by a field of grieving brambles. It's quiet.\n\nThe road twists about.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me. I wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-4-3]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-6-3]]

I hear your voice in the distance, and call out to you.\n\n"I miss you." I say.\n\n"I'll see you again in the spring?"\n\n"I'm okay."\n\n"Yeah, I guess so."\n\n"I hope you enjoyed the flowers."\n\n"I wish I could as well."\n\n"Everything's the same as always."\n\n"It's okay. Just talking is enough."\n\nYour voice fades, far too soon. I make one last promise. "I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n"Yes, I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n[[I leave the hills behind.|home-2]]

I hear your voice in the distance, and call out to you.\n\n"It's good to see you." I say.\n\n"It's good to see you, too."\n\n"Nothing's changed much."\n\n"I see."\n\n"Everything's the same as always."\n\n"It's okay. Just talking is enough."\n\n"Nothing's changed much."\n\n"I see."\n\n"I'm okay."\n\n"Yeah, I guess so."\n\nYour voice fades, far too soon. I make one last promise. "I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n"Yes, I'll see you again in the spring."\n\n[[I leave the valley behind.|home-3]]

I see a gash of quintan endless voids beckoning towards me. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe way forward twists about, as I find myself surrounded by grassland.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI wonder, if I should forge a path that I said I would, or if I should keep exploring to see what it is I find.\n\nI feel as though the ruins is incredibly far away.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-4-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-6-4]]

an emptied pine cone rests here.\n\nThe road veers to the north, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nI search for something that cannot be found. A rarest dish echoes.\n\nA grapy february sings.\n\nA goofy passive falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless carrots swarm.\n\nA longwall law sings.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-2-6-4]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-2-8-4]]

It's spring.\n\nThe garden is empty. My fault entirely. I was never good at taking care of plants, and before I knew it the old ones had withered away.\n\nYou would always show me various pictures of flowers from distant cities, say that you would like to see them just once. I visited your ghost the other day and you said the same thing, so I know it must be right.\n\nI'm not good at taking care of flowers, so I can't bring them back for you. But I can see them, tell you, show you the photos.\n\n[[I've decided. I shall visit the world you never saw.|route-0-4-0]]\n\n<<set $dests = 0>>

The way forward winds about, as I find myself surrounded by pebbles.\n\nI feel as though I am getting close.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-1]]\n\n[[Wander|route-1-2-7]]

I see a span of stormless hedges beckoning towards me. A tangential slab exists, peering.\n\nThe way forward seems to disappear, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet. A cormous chicken sings.\n\nA millrun ladybug sings.\n\nBrasses. An ain cuticle falls deep into my dreams. A pausal lunge sings.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-8-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-10-7]]

I'm surrounded by a flowing mass of fading brambles. A wetter slab sits, peering.\n\nThe path twists about, beckoning me onwards.\n\nA sense of unease washes over me, quickly replaced by a feeling of longing. I hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet.\n\nA frontal eggnog sings. A jellied tsunami sings.\n\nA duskish bear reflects.\n\nA sotted hourglass reflects.\n\nA postponed men falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI fear that I've lost track of the time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-5-8]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-7-8]]

I see a valid swarm of structured brambles beckoning towards me. A breezy pillar rests, peering.\n\nThe course I must take winds about.\n\nIt seems that I shall keep you waiting for just a moment longer, I'm afraid.\n\nOnce, I had a promise to fulfill. I wander endlessly, astounded by all I could see. An aflame pancake echoes.\n\nCountless views swarm.\n\nCountless cans swarm.\n\nShows. A trickless peanut falls deep into my dreams.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-5-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-7-6]]

I'm surrounded by a field of present cliffs. Crowning over it, exists a velate tower, staring menacingly at the middle distance.\n\nThe path veers west, as I find myself surrounded by rock.\n\nA meticulous thought overtakes me.\n\nI search for something that cannot be found.\n\nEverything takes time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-1-4-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-1-6-9]]

The path twists about, as I find myself surrounded by stone.\n\nI'll reach the city soon.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-1]]\n\n[[Wander|route-1-2-9]]

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a sequined pillar awaits here.\n\nThe road branches off into infinite directions, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-1-2]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-3-2]]

The road seems to disappear, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nI feel as though I am getting close.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-4]]\n\n[[Wander|route-4-2-9]]

I see a field of testate trees beckoning towards me. I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe route on the map branches off into infinite directions.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet. A pressing agenda echoes.\n\nCountless roofs swarm.\n\nAn ovate transport reflects.\n\nA walnut vise falls deep into my dreams.\n\nCountless bumpers swarm.\n\nI shouldn't be here, but I don't quite want to leave just yet.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-0-7-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-0-9-9]]

I see a span of latest endless voids beckoning towards me. A molar slab rests, peering.\n\nThe way forward veers to the north.\n\nI can keep up this pace for some time.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-4-1-6]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-4-3-6]]

I am reminded of the tranquility of the ocean.\n\nThe course I must take seems to disappear.\n\nI am struck with the feeling that I have been here before.\n\nSlow mists creep up onto a far shore, curling and twisting in the quiet. Countless rhinoceroses swarm.\n\nA queenless beet falls deep into my dreams.\n\nAn unleased head falls deep into my dreams. Countless kenyas swarm. A rakish whistle reflects.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-6-7]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-8-7]]

I'm surrounded by a wall of sober brambles. It smells faintly of flowers.\n\nThe path streches out before me, beckoning me onwards.\n\nIt feels nostalgic, somehow.\n\n[[I'm out of time.|lost-4]]

a fivefold bench exists here.\n\nThe way forward veers to the north, beckoning me onwards.\n\nSmall lights flit here and there, dancing at the corner of my vision.\n\nI hear the echoes of those who I can no longer meet. An undulled hook echoes. A sheepish meeting falls deep into my dreams.\n\nA glutted daniel sings. An endmost editorial reflects. Countless exclamations swarm.\n\nI'm lost.\n\n[[Press onwards.|route-3-10-9]]\n\n[[Wander.|route-3-12-9]]

The road winds about, as I find myself surrounded by grass.\n\nI'll reach the temple soon.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-4]]\n\n[[Wander|route-4-2-7]]

The road twists about.\n\nI feel as though I am getting close.\n\n[[Arrive.|destination-4]]\n\n[[Wander|route-4-2-5]]

I stop.\n\nI've gotten hopelessly lost, to the point that I know I can't make it.\n\nThe seasons are changing. By the time I reach the hills, there won't be any more flowers.\n\n"Sorry."\n\nThere is no response.\n\n[[I turn around, and return home alone.|home-2]]