I told them that I was lost. I asked them which way I should go. They told me to follow the red path. The blistering gravel, a hideous and artificial flare of red. Its appearance grand, the flames withering beneath the gravel- hidden in plain sight but felt as they heat the sand, the dirt and the rocks. I asked which way, they said this path is the only way. I have no other option. They told me the end will be cool. My foot can bear the pain but I cannot be merit for my heart and soul will perish away. Melt into the flames that feeds it. It will eat away all but the pain, that remains within, ready to reemerge when n't needed.