The path led him to beautiful desolation. There he found what remained of his companion’s supplies and footsteps leading astray, as if seduced by ripening pomegranates and sun-dappled shade.
He strung his bow before following, praying he would catch-up before the beauty revealed its torturous underbelly.
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It’s pretty, but most pretty things hide secrets. At least in the fantasy worlds I read :)
What would your two line story be?