You leave the lizard behind. You start to wander through the forest. What if you are the one responsible for the lizard’s misfortune?

You are.

And you know it.

You keep walking.

Everything seems colder suddenly. A strong wind makes your fur stand up.

You see a lizard.

It is faded, transparent.

The lizard floats toward you. It licks its own eyeball.

You choose to…

• …ignore this strange figment of your imagination.
• …talk to the lizard.