FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
The appearance of pathways is a balm on nerves that are very close to fraying, and Finn blinks at the barely discernible left and right options that become available to him. He reaches up, like he’s about to take off his glasses, before realising he’s not wearing any. But his feet are already taking him forward, letting him stray first left, then right, then settling left again. And he walks.
Finn chooses the left path.
Finn chooses the left path.
I’ll find my own way down