You feel weaker by the moment. You stop to rest at a fallen, rotting tree. You know this is a horrible idea, but quite frankly you're not in your right mind right now. If you don't stop now, you'll collapse later, this you are sure of. You haven't grazed in weeks. You haven't felt the breeze in years. You haven't seen the light in centuries.

When we are sedentary, we become beasts of desire. Gluttony leads to an early death. Greed leads to an early regret. Envy leads to an early loss of hope. The conscious being is made up of seven sins, but you embody only three of them. You want all, because you have nothing, and yet, you refuse my charity. You're you. I'm me. I only come to you when I can offer you things you want, things you need.