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In the game, every cave has a door. Little old wooden things, clearly rickety, set in a large stone, or the side of a hill. And you're wandering through the woods, outside the walled cities, and you find one of these doors, set into the side of a hill, a rickety wooden thing with an iron handle, squeaks when you press the button to go in.
And one day, you realize it's a lie.
The caves don't have doors. There are no rickety wooden portals set in the side of the hill that squeak on their hinges when you push on them, no mysterious boulder with a torch set on the outside of that opening, no sign or caption to alert you as you push onwards. You wander in the woods, and in the darkness beneath the trees you don't notice as the trench gets curvier, and the air gets darker, and danker, and the stars slowly disappear into darkness but you don't know, because you weren't looking at them, and there is no ominous music to alert you, and you never chose to go in, and you won't choose to get out, not on your own, because there are no maps, either...
In life, we find our own paths through the caves.
And one day, you realize it's a lie.
The caves don't have doors. There are no rickety wooden portals set in the side of the hill that squeak on their hinges when you push on them, no mysterious boulder with a torch set on the outside of that opening, no sign or caption to alert you as you push onwards. You wander in the woods, and in the darkness beneath the trees you don't notice as the trench gets curvier, and the air gets darker, and danker, and the stars slowly disappear into darkness but you don't know, because you weren't looking at them, and there is no ominous music to alert you, and you never chose to go in, and you won't choose to get out, not on your own, because there are no maps, either...
In life, we find our own paths through the caves.
