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"Damned map." He cursed as he crumbled up the map and stuffed it into his pocket. Three roads stretched out before him, and all had an eerie feel about them. To the right was a road paved and well kept, with flowers lining it on both sides. Blue, red, pink, white, the colors formed a mini rainbow line along the road. While a truly beautiful thing to behold, an eerie sorrow loomed over that road. In the center of that road was a boot made of plain, dried leather but it was dyed in blood. From where he was standing, he could see the boot was up to the rim in blood, and it looked as if the boot itself was bleeding, as the blood was continue to run down the sides, a horrific waterfall of blood.
The second, and middle, road was a rough looking thing, neither paved or cleaned, the road was merely crushed rocks and pebbles. On each side of the crude road were twigs of every size, creating a rude, poor border for it. A lone butterfly hovered just above the mediocre path, its red and blue wings fluttering slowly with grace and elegance. It didn't fly in any direction, nor did it seem interested or even aware of anything around, it just floated there in the air. He felt himself shiver at the sight of the lone butterfly. How lonely...It looks almost isolated from the world.
The third path on the left was neither ugly nor beautiful, but plain dirt packed together tightly to create a flat, earthy road. Nothing decorated the sides, save for a few blades of grass that stood erect along it. In the center of this road was a tree branch, with twisted, deformed fingers of wood obtruding from it. While the blades of grass were still, the branch was not. It rocked side to side with no wind to move it.
Three roads lied before him, all alone, eerie, and fascinating in their own ways. A ghastly beauty to his right, a simple solitude in front of him, and on his left, a path of indescribable normalcy, with only an oddity to create hesitation.
He took them all in, and with careful consideration, he whipped around on his heel, and retreated from the three paths. He dug the crumbled map out from his pocket.