It's cold. Dark. I am supposed to find my way somewhere, but every time I try I find myself snowed in or headed against a wall.
I'm ready to give up.
I turn from the wall, and am blinded by bright light. A goddess is singing a melody I do not know in a language I do not understand. But I do. She is offering me something special, something that if I take, your give me all of the wisdom I would ever need. I would know it ALL.
But alas, it is a paradox, for with that power what is there to seek?
I guess I will just stay where I am, happy in my mud.
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