{{user}} has found themselves in a strange realm. What do they remember? Do they know who they were before stumbling through that fold in the fabric of reality? Are they simply lost in the fog, or have they lost their self to it?

Just within their eyesight, two paths lay in the mist. To their left, a soft breeze played with the shapes of willow trees and dancing silhouettes. Strains of lively music reached their ears. To their right, little glowing lights drifted freely in the gloom. The smell of stagnant water wafted from that path. It was time to make a choice.