There was a lonely person walking by a path one day. It was an empty path and ahead there was a forest. At first, it seemed like it was beautiful and virgin, unexplored...However, when the person... with a name unimportant, let's call it Freddy, got into it, it looked like the seasons inside it were completely ahead of time looking always for the winter. This place had beautiful trees one week and then next one it was completely snowy, cloudy, sad.
The problem with the place it's that Freddy got so much into it that the roots of the forest grew into him and started to make him feel exactly like it. Stuck in the soil, like a tree, being held captive by strong branches, which indeed were easy to cut, but he couldn't because there wasn't enough strength of the kind that would make him get out.
In the beginning, this place was perfect, isolated, uncomplicated. In the end, it became a hurdle. This story has no end because it takes someone to be a Freddy, in order to be able to write the end of the story. Freddy doesn't know when, after how many years, and if he'll ever get out. He doesn't even know if the world outside keeps being as dark as it was before he decided to get in the forest. In truth, he knows nothing, and this uncertainty it's what makes him stay where he's at, because the unknown it's scary, and nobody can assure you everything it's going to be okay. Maybe he was destined to get in the forest, maybe that was his destiny and couldn't have to be in another way, because all his actions from before took him there. Nevertheless, even if that was truth, everyone who encountered themselves lost would have died by now, but no. Instead, some of them got out and encountered something beautiful. Either way, Freddy it's who decides what to do, nobody can do it for him.
