The Black Esoterium: a, very short, choose your own adventure.

It's black as pitch, the twinkling sounds of wind chimes lightly peal in your ears. You feel as if you are in water, your standing form floats, your walking form glides with each step, and you sense an all-encompassing hug all around you, like a cool, tender touch of a natural lover, their feathery fingertips just gently caressing and cupping your every curve. Yet, you notice you are warm, not cold; The womb you reside in is alive, and its very ambience grants you life.

You are deep within the Black Esoterium, and you are a candle in its darkness. Your glow is small, but it keeps you safe from the dangers that thrive in the unknown. As you wake out of your stupor, you become acutely aware of the air entering your lungs and the bubbles exiting your mouth and nose. You ARE in water, but for some reason the watery death does not enter your body. You breath as if you sit on the surface, easy and well, not a drop of fear and liquid suffocation could be felt.

As you become more aware of the sensations surrounding your body, you begin to sink, until your toes touch the ground. Then, as your heels softly complete your stand, only now could your full weight finally be felt by your legs. Your light faintly glimmers and sways, like the very wind threatens to put out your gleam. Yet, there is no wind to be felt, but for the sensual kisses of a current, the swaying you see in your light is the push and pull of the waves, and your fire is the life that breathes within it. You realize, the touch of water around you is no threat to your flame.

A Book appears and opens to the only page with writing.

It reads:

"The chapters within this book are all out of order, choose not to simply flip to the next chapter linearly, but instead make a deliberate choice in your adventure, THAT is how you progress the story."

A path glints and glitters for you at your feet, and you can see there is only a forward, and a backward. The path ahead of you looks hazy, and the path to your back, clear.

The Book in front of you illuminates your attention. Like ink smouldering onto the page, new words are writ for you to glean.

"Before you is your future. Behind you is your past. Yet none are tied to you and you alone.

Make a choice, Choose the next chapter of your adventure."

Do you choose:

The "Road Never travelled"?

or

"The Street of Nostalgia"?