> You head down the path. It splits off into two others. You stay to the right, much like the Erlking said. You're faced with a fence, placed in the middle of the path.

> A nearby street lamp turns on, illuminating the fence. Small, white moths flutter around the light.

> You step around the fence. It's... made of card board. It's fake. It's held up by a little piece of card board turned adjacent from how the fence is placed.

> You huff.

"They're trying to trick you, idiot! The sky is falling!"

> Your eye is bleeding from your chin. Your face splinters more as she grows restless.

> You're met with another fork in the road. You turn right, taking the Erlking's advice, while your head asks you if you're at all skeptical.

> You keep turning right.

> You find a broken model carousel. It looks like it was burnt. Next to it are little models of characters that seem vaguely familiar to you. The purple-haired one is missing her eye.

> You would give it to her, but it already belongs to someone else now.