Zeroth A there he goes, grievous and way worn stiff his limbs sober the mind though with no place to reach travels he on
uncertainty-driven straggles he loosely forth abiding the told means abjuring the truth Traveler waiting for the sunrise and face of dawn a signpost arising from haze gone says: the Wayfarers Inn for the Drowsy Souls
ε seeds
Traveler I’m like a ripened fruit full of healthy seeds I am delving deep deep into the roots
ζ tavern
Traveler forlorn as I’ve been trudging here under the sway of doubts and fears dwindling the hopes I bear a question that sever
∞ doom imposed is just illusion all proposals being cunning [and] I want you not to sleep watching widely, breathing deeply