As twilight deepens to indigo, the rain begins, further obscuring any signs of familiar landscape. She shakes her head, remembering the stories of lost travelers, and curses herself for a thousand kinds of fool. Find the ravine and head north, she mutters, you know the way, you have traveled it before. Ah, but it wasn’t dark and you weren’t injured then, a voice whispers in her ear. She turns toward the voice, but she is alone. She hears faint laughter at a distance, carried away on the wind.