The road that was supposed to be one road is now, for some reason, split into two roads.

  Standard bifurcation.

   One to the left and one to the right.

   Extremely symmetrical.

   The symmetry is even a little weird.

   It's like inserting a mirror in the center of the fork, the left and right roads are exactly the same.

   Same width, same light.

   are all dark, like a tunnel, extending infinitely.

  Long extension, extending to unknown places.

  She stood in the middle of the intersection, looked left and right.

  The few people who went ahead didn't know which way to choose to go. There were no footsteps left or any signs.

  She stood still for a while, then, with some hesitation, slowly, she chose the left side.

  No one else, just intuition.

  I don’t know the way, so I can only walk by feeling.

  She walked forward cautiously, and the moment she stepped on the road on the left, the intersection behind her disappeared.

   There was no delay.

  The road on the right is gone.

  It seemed that everything was just her illusion, just an illusion that her eyes couldn't see clearly.

   Another road disappears, and only one road remains.

  The broad road is more than enough for her to walk alone.

   She turned and looked behind her, the path disappeared and was covered with thorns again.

   Dark and hard thorns, like sharp blades.

  The dense thorns make people's scalp tingle and fear.

   appeared behind her so blatantly, as if staring at her.

   It was silent, eerily quiet.

  In front, looking ahead, the road stretches infinitely, gloomy and dark.

  It was as if she had stepped into the belly of some gigantic monster. The stench was strong, completely rotten and fermented.

   Even stronger than the smell just now.

  It was so strong that it was almost impossible to breathe.

  She stood still for a while, then wrapped her cloak tightly, and continued to move forward in silence.

   Walking towards the unknown road ahead, he quickened his pace and even started to trot.

  The trees next to it are grotesque, like ghosts with teeth and claws.

  She didn't squint, but she wasn't intimidated by the terrifying scene around her.

   Just keep going, going, going.

   Keep on going.

  Behind her, the thorny thorns were slowly weaving and wriggling.

   Keep up, one step, one step.

   Inseparable.

  In the dark place, in the pitch-black soil overgrown with thorns, as they grow, a few dark yellow solids are vaguely exposed in the soil.

   The strong stench in the air seems to be emanating from there.

  Dark khaki, with unknown dark stains.

   It's like a corpse that has been buried in the soil for many years and never sees the light of day.

  Cold, just hiding under the roots of the thorn bushes, with some blood of the dead on the front.

   Rotten, smelly.

   Subtle exposure to the soil, and soon swallowed by the soil.

   Silently, it is forced to act as the fertilizer here, providing nutrients.

   And all of this, the person who is walking ahead, knows nothing.

  Like an ignorant guinea pig, just walk forward step by step.

   Towards a dangerous abyss.

  …

  …

  …

at the same time.

   Right.

  Another road at the fork in the road.

  The two princes and their two attendants walked on this road, and the initial excitement on their faces gradually disappeared.

  The further they walked, the more their expressions changed.

   became heavy, became cautious, and even became a little scared.