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You enter a forest, traveling with two men. One is dream; the other is consciousness, and together, they will guide you to yourself.
Your path to the forest came when your father died; driven to madness by the vapors he cultivated in his study. Your mother was the assassin of the psyche who drove him to this land; manipulating him, forcing him down the path. Debts shackled him to the earth, which swallowed him up at the beckoning of God. Is this release what you seek, or will you return to drink deeply from the poison that drove man from Eden? Though once you thought them human, they are truly animals, no equal to man, and that noble figure of the Valkyrie is naught but the rationalization of a people crushed for too long beneath the ornamental heels of the most subtle of tyrants.
Lose 1d4 San from the tarnished Romantic symbols that surround you.