Argentina

August is awake again. The long walk in The Forest was over and all that's left is his guilt dragging him slowly back to the old city. The wind comes down from the north and the scent of ash it carries catches in August's nose. His legacy, his ash. August doesn't want to come back, there are ghosts in the city - both real and imagined. However he knows that his conscience will haunt him more than any real of imagined ghost ever could.

A road leads out of The Forest. It is a dark grey like the sky and the land around it. Once upon a time it was new and black, lines in bright yellow marked out its laws, now all that is faded - grey. It is a long climb up to the old city from here but August knows this road of old, he walked it many times before the fall. There is a branch coming up - a choice. The options are clear before him, in the distance to the north he can already see the ruined pagodas of the old city poking over the horizon. To the east there is a light, he can almost hear the song and laughter. Perhaps it could be one last stop, one last moment of warmth, before he finishes the long walk.

(A) Go North: The City awaits, its time to end the long walk.
(B) Go East: For one last moment of happiness.

Continue (B)

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