The ancient temple had left its mark on Marcus. His mind, overwhelmed by the visions of the future, was a swirling storm of conflicting emotions. The weight of the knowledge he had acquired pressed down on him, an invisible force that seemed to alter his very perception of reality. The Oracle's cryptic words echoed in his head, and though the temple's stone doors had closed behind him, its presence remained, a haunting reminder of the choices yet to come.
As he stepped back into the dim forest, the air around him felt different. The quiet rustling of leaves, the whispers of the wind—everything seemed amplified, as though the very world had shifted in response to the choices he had just made. The path before him was no longer just a road leading through the woods. It had become something more—a symbol of his journey forward, a journey that now carried the burden of the future.
