Despair

The man is lost. He has no recollection of where he's come from, nor can he remember where he is going. It is midday, he believes, although he cannot be certain. The tall, ominous trees all around him cast a shadow across his path.

But is there really a path, he wonders, or is it just another illusion?

A smile flickers across his withered, misshapen face. There is a sign up ahead. He walks towards it, but it only seems to get farther and farther away. He lets out a cry of despair, runs towards it, but still he makes no progress.

For as long as he can remember the sign is in front of him, always taunting.

One day, he reaches it.

A now quiet corpse stands in front of what is not a sign but a stick plunged into the ground.