The road ahead was still, shrouded in the kind of silence that settles after a storm. The horizon was painted in shades of gold and crimson as the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the landscape. We'd been walking for hours, the terrain gradually shifting from the gentle hills around the village to a rougher, more unpredictable expanse. The familiarity of the past few days was slowly slipping away, replaced by the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
As we walked, I noticed a split in the road up ahead. It was a literal crossroads, two paths diverging in opposite directions. I stopped in my tracks, and the rest of the group followed suit, each of us staring down the two paths that lay before us.
"Looks like we have a decision to make," Finn said, his voice breaking the silence.
