As Myra and Squirl made travel from here to where they hadnt been , they ran into a garden , a garden of beauty , which yet embraced demented emotions , where they looked they saw , but what they saw they didnt want to believe, it was him , the one they'd heard about , the one theyd dream about , the evil itself. Myra was fear frozen at the sight of the wicked as his malantly waved and squandered , unleashing unto the defenseless ones , ripping their skin , making them succumb and obey , become an object of his possession , to work till they could no more , to live to serv , to live to die , The evil was alive , the evil must die. As Myra horrified herself at the sight of hte thought , she knew she had to leave , she knew she could die , she knew she wanted to live , so in a swift move she grabbed squirl and turned to the side from where they'd come and were hoping to go , but there was no path , there was no escape , but there was hope , a riddle of sorts. 2 patches of mushrooms , one patch red and one patch blue , they both had a sign atop , one read eat the mushrooms , the other one read to not , the key to the door , it had to have been , but which of these 2 , was Myra to eat.