You look for a path.
You are totally lost here. Your worries become so powerful that you
finally cry out "I want to be back in Willow Glade!"
The mist before you tears open, and a glimmering portal forms. You
can see the willow tree, and the golden sun, the flitting
butterflies...
You could step through the portal and return to the glade. Or you
could continue your explorations in the mist, confident that you can
always turn back if you need to.
You spin around, trying to find a path that might guide you. But
there is no path, and in the unchanging mist, you quickly lose your
sense of direction. You wish you could return to the safety and
comfort of Willow Glade.
