The Patterns
Be careful what you do with your time. I thought I was just playing a simple golfing game with my friends and family. Something cute and sweet, yet difficult. Mini golf is supposed to be like that, right? But it's the patterns. The patterns are ... enticing. They call to a deeper instinct in your mind. The one that trusts others no matter what happens. The one that gives up control no matter who it is given to. Before long, I was lost. Lost in the golf course with others who gave up on golfing at all. They lived and danced in the streets below the golfers above. I tried to live with them. I really did. But the patterns couldn't steal my mind so easily. And it only took one person to stop it all. Now I have the map. The layout of this place. And I will seek to set it ablaze with a zealous fire. The patterns will not seduce another again.