He soon found himself standing at a precipice - before him the endless night trapped within the forest and the promise he would be changed by it, behind him a house he could never call home again and a familiar warmth that would lull him into a complacency akin to that of a frog in slowly boiling water.
The baying laughter of the hounds was drawing in from all sides, warning that he would have to make his choice soon or all choice would be taken from him in a single and final bite of their wretchedly sharp teeth. Though he hadn't managed to live the life he'd always wanted he knew he could at least avoid this death.
All that remained was to ask himself whether he was ready to face the forest and the changes it would put his body and soul through, whether he would be able to withstand the pain and come back stronger than the hounds or if he would succumb and be consumed by them regardless.
All that remained was to ask himself whether he would rather fall back into complacency and trudge through this existence after glimpsing the possibility of becoming so much more than the dreary human he'd always been. Would he ever feel normal again if he returned or would madness take him first?
He stared at both futures as the hounds howled with glee beside him and he leapt.
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