You watch your clone walk down the left turn in the path and begin to follow. The path leads to what seems like an endless landscape of grass and blue sky.
Suddenly, you feel a change in the air. It's thicker, and cold. You don't understand why. As a matter of fact, as you continue down the path, you see that the grass is beginning to lose its detail as the waves of individual strands become a simple flat green color. Not only that, but the sky looks like it's falling apart. Toward the horizon, the blue color of the sky seems to crumble away and expose the white void behind it.
Strange images flash across your mind. More strange memories like this morning when you'd found yourself standing before your front door, except this time, they're images of this path. That's when you realize that this is the path you needed to find. The place that will release you from the cycle. It's here.
As you walk further, the air around you gets even colder, and the world darkens, like Celestia and Luna had randomly decided to make it night on a whim. You stop and look behind you slowly, seeing the cause of the darkness.
At the end of the path, an oily blackness has covered the entire horizon, and looking up, you see that the darkness is crawling toward the sky and slowly covering the whole globe. Furthermore, coming from that area is a pulsating silence, much like holding one ear to a patch of soundproofing.
You recognize it. It's dangerous. You need to run before it gets to you.
You turn and start running, seeing your clone in the distance, who has turned around, most likely feeling the same coldness, and runs the same way upon seeing the darkness behind you.
Peeking behind you, you see that the darkness is crawling ever closer, plumes of mist blasting out from the growing phenomenon and racing toward you. You put more into your speed, trying to get as far away from it as possible. Everything around you is freezing, and you feel numb. Your limbs are harder to move and you slow down as a result, but you know you can't stop.
As your clone runs away from the mist as fast as they can, a huge earth-shattering explosion blinds you, causing you to screech to a halt despite the ever-growing canvas of darkness slowly covering the earth. You shield your eyes from the gigantic brilliance of white light in front of you. As the light begins to fade, you uncover your eyes slowly to see what just happened.
Your clone is gone, simply having vanished, and in place of your clone is now some sort of transparent slit hanging in the middle of the air that distorts everything behind it as though light is breaking up in that one spot. At its center is a blend of random colors on the spectrum like various types of paint splattered onto a canvas, twisting into itself like some sort of magical wormhole to another dimension straight out of a fairy tale.
Your eyes stay on it for a few moments, before realizing that the darkness behind you has just about covered the entire world, and the mist on your tale has almost reached you. You look back at the strange warp in air, its movements unearthly fluid.
Then you start running at it at full speed.
The cold has frozen your whole body, making running difficult and incredibly painful, but you push past it, your sole aim to reach the distorted shape. The world has almost been entirely shadowed by the darkness, a few seconds away from drowning your surroundings in an endless black void.
You jump into the warp of colors, memories from other paths and choices passing across your vision, and then everything goes dark.