beyond the maps, where legends dwell, I ventured into the unknown.

My friend seeks a void to scream to,

The other a cure or a cleanse of sorts.

One seeks a deity to face,

The other follows behind, a sword in one hand and bandages in another, and hopes the deity doesn’t look like their brother.

I venture into the unknown with no plan of knowing,

Because ‘not all who wander are lost.’

And being unknown doesn’t mean it’s actively hiding

Though my friends are seeking it will soon turn to sought.

So too will I know, because forward I go.