You're Lost. Like Really Lost.

You were wandering through the woods looking for a picnic basket when you stumbled upon a sign that said "Danger: Do Not Pass." Now you're stuck in this dense thicket of confusion.

You have a faint recollection of a trail, but it's hazy. The sun is setting, and the trees seem to be growing more trees.

There's a path behind you, but it's covered in leaves. A squirrel is judging you.

The Squirrel's Verdict The Futility of Existence in the Woods