A Minute Journey

AMJ

Person A:

This... is an archetype within your mind, one that is but a symbol of what is negative. You might think this is real... and for all you can perceive, it is, but as with most realities in the universe it is slightly more subtle than that. Venture forth, at any rate, and see what you can uncover, verily...

Person B:

These... are the tears of an inferno's demise. The crimson plants sprout from the depths of a reality of fear, which these skeletons represent... life forsaken, forever. Such a sad state of affairs, is it not? To have, as the only symbol of an animated existence, these flames... which bring destruction to being.

Person C:

These... only reprieve in this underworld. They are the concepts that heal the mind, that soothe regardless of external sieges... one is not certain how they function, but they do nevertheless. Compartmentalization, perhaps, one might think, but perhaps it is an issue with concentration... they might, also, look like oversized fungi, and they are, but only within dreams...

Person D:

What does beget greed? It seems to, merely, eat itself from the edges, then from within, until it can no longer contain itself, becomes a purpose in itself, divorced from passion. How, then, does one change? Could it be personally utilitarian, possibly? One knows not, but qualia is not within quantity, secret contentness never a direct trade...