I have wandered many paths in my time but I, Caster the Sky-Tamer, The Dash, Master Of All Storms, the one and only unidonk, have come to road that confuses me. Something of it echoes in my mind, though I have never been this far south before. In a land as alien to me as the bottom of the ocean, I find myself remembering those sun-drenched cobbles and the hazy walls of trees.
Is this from before Nature blessed me with my gift? Before my wand of horn graced my brow and bent the world to my whim? Was I happy in that time, before my mind bloomed to what it is now?
Or is this just any old cobbled path, like the many others that lace between the forests of this world? Probably.