You attempt to overcome the force
Just as you feel your eyes begin to close, you feel a cold touch on
your shoulder. You try to open your eyes, but you cannot. A voice,
heavy and old, fills your head, not your ears. It is as though you
cannot escape the words it whispers.
"Follow the map, old as stone, with crimson in gold and true love
sewn."
The voice keeps repeating the rhyme over and over until you know it by
heart. Just when you can't take it anymore, the voice stops, and you
must decide what to do.
You attempt to overcome the force restraining you, but each trial you
make, you are restrained. You look questioningly at the man floating
before you, but he does not respond. After several minutes of
struggle against the unseen power, you relax your muscles, too tired
from strife to care anymore.
