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Are you lost? That page doesn't seem to exist. Perhaps you should've taken that other path back there. Why don't you try again?
Here is a poem to accompany you:
At a crossroads in the Forest
Look through the window
and see the place you are standing:
at a crossroads in the Forest.
Alone. The conifers
that buttress you into cloister silence
are unanswerable as ancestors.
Take whichever path you want:
they all loop back to here.