It began in the woods, beneath a golden sun,
Where whispers of the leaves sang a song quietly spun.
The air was crisp, the path was kind, a refuge simply carved in time,
A place where thoughts flowed freely, in harmony, truly sublime.

Each step was light, each breath was sweet,
A rhythm of calm in the heart’s steady beat.
But soon the dirt grew coarse beneath my weary tread,
And the golden light above began to fade to red.

The trees leaned in, their limbs once lush, now bare,
Their whispers turned to murmurs of a growing despair.
The scent of life dissolved, replaced by stone and ash,
As asphalt overtook the path with a sudden, jarring clash.

Cracks splintered through the ground, sharp and unkind,
Mirroring the fractures forming deep inside my mind.
The sky hung heavy, gray and full of dread,
And I walked on, though my heart whispered, “Turn back instead.”The world grew quiet as the woods gave way,
To a city long abandoned, crumbling in decay.
Buildings leaned like weary souls, their faces marked with grime,
A stark reflection of a broken mind, eroded away by the terror of time.

No laughter, no voices, just an empty, hollow sound,
Echoing the thoughts that once freely danced around.
The streets stretched on, endless and clear,
Each step a reminder of a mind consumed by fear.

At last, I stood alone, amid the ruins of my brain,
A witness to the wreckage, to the ever-present pain.
No signs to guide me back, no solace left to grieve,
Just remnants of a shell I scarcely can believe.

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