During journeys down The Path Less Travelled, if the road that diverges further away from isolation is taken, wanderers may find themselves at the entrance of one particular cave amidst a bushy overgrowth. Entering the cave leads not to a subterranean hidey-hole, but to a temporal space hidden away in the depths of the forests, away from all those that can cause it harm.

Suspended over a pink sky reminiscent of autumn's first sunrise, a path made of gritty gravel lies paved on a small, floating island. Merely five meters long and two meters wide, the path is substandard when compared to the path which one will have traversed prior to entering this space. Gravel lies in patches covered by soil, as if nature itself is reclaiming the path, absorbing it into itself so that what man shaped can be united with its maker once more. Flora grows haphazardly onto the path, emerging between the gravel in small shoots of weeds. The path seems to be reaching its end, almost as if it was letting out a few more pathetic whimpers before it died out completely. One could almost feel sorry for it.

Looking to the sides of the road, one will find that the sky that the path floats over is only a miniscule part of something greater. Elephant-sized planetoids made of what can only be assumed to be stone float over the void far away from the entrance, some riddled with trees, some simply barren and devoid of life. No structures borne of man or entity can be found on them. The only evidence that suggests life ever inhabited this realm is a gigantic effigy of a humanoid-like creature, made of what seems to be obsidian, that floats uninterrupted across the vast space. Its body is entirely smooth, as is its face, which entirely lacks any form of features. One can still tell from its body's twisted position however, that its final moments were spent in immense agony.

A featureless sword made of silver has been driven into its chest, fragments of what were once parts of it floating around the point of impact. The effigy does not seem to move, stuck in the position it has assumed for all eternity. Planetoids can be seen far, far off into the distance, presumably hundreds of miles away, but no remnants much like this one can be observed anywhere else.

The path ends at a small, circular opening, where the gravel path finally comes to an end in front of a small clearing surrounded by boreal trees. Purple hyacinths grow untended to in the general area, surrounding a marble statue of a human girl. The statue can be found at the far end of the clearing, positioned on top of a baroque pedestal with a weathered, bronze plaque welded to the front. The figurine girl is portrayed on her knees, her hands placed delicately on them as she looks down towards the ground. She wears a sundress and a daisy chain, her expression regretful and sorrowful, and her composure comparable to that of an angel.

The text on the plaque reads as follows:

Rest here, you
who comes weary
from paths deathly
and dreary.

Stand under the gaze
of the beholder,
seek refuge and weep,
under the remains of
those older.

Those who spend more time in the presence of the statue will begin to feel sentimental and depressive emotions. Weariness overcomes all that stand before the figurine, and they will eventually lay down on the ground to rest. All who have come to the clearing report that the urge to sob becomes irresistible the longer one stands before the statue.

Sometimes, one will realize that as they weep, the statue does so with them.

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