An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - My child,

As I write this today, you are yet to live. Look closely at what you see - notice the path. Northeast to southwest, skulls and signs of yellow forge forth a trail towards the Temple.

This is your life. It’s not a walk in the park. Fire bellows in the brushes, beckoning bodies to the below.

Once you finally reach the Temple, you’ll understand there is no ending. The journey is a circle - like you before me, your seed will one day start at the beginning . Such is the cycle, my child, my love.