My body has been sluggish lately. No, it's not because I'm some old man in his thirties. I think something greater has been conspiring against me.

This morning, I woke up being completely unable to move my left arm. I wasn't thinking straight, either.

Or, at least, what I did next wasn't mentally sound.

I immediately walked out of the village and into the nearby forest.

My legs were almost moving entirely on their own. Walking some sort of path that they've walked before. I took a quick glance around, and I couldn't tell where exactly I was or where i was headed, but something felt... familiar.