The bottle is spun

But, ah, those paths…

Let me warn you friend, may I call you friend? Let me warn you, friend, those paths are long and dangerous.

Life sucking leeches that draw the very soul from you in payment for each secret you learn. A price beyond measure, a cost beyond redemption.

See, there, beyond the barren rocky horizon. There is the path you search for now. A frozen and unforgiving land, a graveyard to many others like you. A wasteland of death.

So, you don’t believe, then go. Go feed the permafrost your steaming blood. Then when you crawl from frosty rock to frozen hollow remember my words and think.

You could have had so much more…
...if you’d brought me a bottle to drink.

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