As you ponder your choice, you realize how weary your legs are...

You stare blankly at the three paths ahead of you, trying to will yourself towards one of them... but your legs stubbornly refuse to move. Your muscles feel like they are made of lead, weighing you down more every second. It's becoming progressively harder to breathe as the air grows sweeter and heavier, swirling around you... you can't stop here... you have to keep going...

Summoning all your willpower, you **** yourself to take another step forwards - but instead, you collapse to your knees before rolling onto your side. Your body is completely spent. The flowers and vines around you seem to be spinning, and even laying on the ground you feel like you're falling slowly. The hedges shift around you, and the paths out of the clearing close off one by one.