within this forest of energetic angels, you're given the choice of
a daunting crossroad, hanging in the misty air, split between fantasty    and the mundane,
the ephemeral and     the everyday; a bit of blood must be shed.
both choices are shrouded in mystique, but one will be final.
sink into the forest, scream the battlecry. do you
undergo  ritual,   or  phase  out  into  the  painful  atmosphere  ?