You run into the field. If only you can make it to the other side. Perhaps there won’t be any monkeys there…Monkeys? The word gets foggy in your head. What monkeys? You slow your running. You’re now prancing or perhaps skipping through the flowers. A beautiful smell fills your mind. You relax and sit down, plucking up a couple of flowers. As you touch them the flowers secrete a white liquid. It smells wonderful. You rub it between your fingers like a child. With a smile on your face, you take a sniff. Everything goes dark.
You have lost this quest.
Backtrack for a second chance or proceed to the Final Devotion.
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