With renewed resolve, you embark down the path on your right.

You hurry down the path to your right, doing your best to avoid the branches about you. The black flower's petals slowly break off and drift around you, brushing over your skin as you continue your journey. Their touch sends shivers down your spine, making you realize just how sensitive you're getting. How much longer can this go on?

You're so distracted by the constant shower of petals that you hardly even register when you reenter the original clearing again. It seemed like just a few moments, but your weary legs suggest you walked the path for much longer. You don't even bother turning around to see if the path has closed - you can already hear the hedges moving together once more.