>>6062714>>6061358>>Continue asking questions>"I died ? No i remember to be alive.">"Why you are not a rock then ?"— Animal, animal; what animal! what insipid water! what water so water! what an ammoniac urine!
— You cut me, and i fell on you; are you not only tongueless but deaf? like shit beneath the boot, i said. Thats what you were; in the reality dreamnt, in the dream that became reality, and reality that refused to be.
— Why are you alive? why am i not rock? and why is it that you speak such borrowed words?
— I am the dream that wasn't. I am the reality that remains; the last of my kin, the last, as far as my roots may reach.
So many words, so many incoherence, the trunk's disgraces were barely understood by your asleep ears; as you heard more and more of them, you felt as if its tongue became confused, as if its mouth wasn't there, as if Babel's tower had risen once again.
Eventually, the tree you killed in your dreams ceased to speak altogether, so much disdain and revengeful insults were blurred into a concept within your brain, someone who was angry at you for something you did.
It was time. Time for you to wake up; and if earlier was time as is, now it was urgent. You have to wake up.
And when you woke up, the rock was still there.
Your legs, somnolent and weak dragged you outside, confused and dizzy. All you saw was desert and dried trees; so dry they were almost fossilized. And in the lengths of where sight could reach you saw the city, and you didn't know why the concept of a tree, any tree, burned so badly in your esophagus.
What was that that you did when you didn't know what to do? To cut down trees, to work, but in the desert there aren't trees. You feel the locket somewhere on your sweated chest, maybe from not knowing what to do, you were left alone. Go get yourself lost, lost in the forest!
> Explore the fossilized forest> Kill yourself, animal.> Inspect the locket> Attempt to go towards the city, through the forest. The forest surrounds you, why are you so anxious to not be in it?