The mirrors shatter as you kick them with your boot. Yet instead of finding sunny field and tall grass, you find more of the smooth black stone wall that continues to go up above you.
Perhaps there is a way to climb these walls? Will there be a way to do this before——
A whistle blows.
“Oh I’m sorry,” the announcer says in mock tones of remorse, “Nice try, but your time is up and now you must face your past. But remember, if you overcome your past, you get another 30 seconds to escape!”
You cannot believe this. A swarm of past visions assail you, until they settle on one in particular. You see a familiar face tied to tragedy.
“Friend,” says a familiar voice, “Why didn’t you save me?”
You are not sure what to say. Athousand answers come to you, but you can only say one to him. If you say the correct answer you will be allowed another chance to escape. One prominent answer comes to mind.
“I did the best I could do at the time.”
The memory answers back, “But it wasn’t good enough, was it?”
At this you realize you have two options on how to handle this:
1) Realize there is no quenching this tormentor.
2) Apologize for something that is not your fault.
This is the crossroads where paths are woven,
Now is the place of a road newly chosen. **