Walking down the winding road, I reached a well, that showed me what I left behind. All the people I cared about, all the people who wanted something, who gave something, all the people who once walked with me on this unending journey. I shed a silent tear, and it rippled in the well, and showed me all the roads ahead.
And then a slight wind troubled the image, and it shattered into a million pieces, and all I could see was me....
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