Tough, impassible Resistance.
Whatever you were trying to do, you find you cannot. Everyone gets blown about in the heavy winds of this rugged land. Trees fall. Denizens climb over limbs to get where they are going. They become quite agile though branches tear at their clothes and impede their way. Rumored treasures lie through the thick forest.
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"At this point, I’d be happy with something to eat,” says Miss Doe Friend.
Resistance wears one down.
“I soon wanted something simpler,” Miss Emeline Traveler says.
Soldiers fight wars around the edges of Resistance but only humble travelers can traverse the thin paths which do not admit heavy armor much less armies.
Predators inhabit the woods, fearsome to those unaccustomed to Resistance.
The cottage Persistence made of frosted cookies sits in a clearing beside a stream at the center of the woods. It awaits those who fight their way through the woods.
They’ll taste cool water and nibble sweet sugar and forget why they came pounding on the door of Persistence.
The Persistent Witch opens the door.
"Why come on in," she says at last. "I'm in the middle of baking."
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