Endless Winding Ways

I checked my compass, and wondered what lay ahead. An ocean of a world that made it clear with every step that I did not belong? Perhaps so, though here and there were moments that helped me realise that I would find my niche even here in this savage place. A trickle of fresh water in a little hollow, a cluster of berries I knew to be edible, rocky shelters for when the rain came. I knew only that I was alive, and that every step eastwards would bring me a little closer to the ocean, though what would follow was as much a mystery as these endless winding ways.

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