you approach a copse of gnardled space trees, an smattering of soace ravens is startled by your approach and take wing. You hear heaving and grunting coming from within...
An evil space wizard? Yes i am one such accursed by them. My fate is now to push this heavy space sphere to the top of the space hill only to have it collapse in spectacular and predictable fashion for eternity. Alas and alack . Heed the warning.
unsettled, you push ahead, the thought of being cursed to inescapable futility is a space stone you cannot push from your mind.
a dark finger rises ahead of you. A basalt space tower. It sits at the centre of a stone space disc that becomes the fundament before you. Like a reviled space sundial constructed to catch the light of a dying space sun. You approach the foot of the digit. The stairs to ascend bear a deep middle groove, but space moss space mold and space mildew have profundicated along the cold space stone, suggesting that whoever resides therein rarely sallies forth.
A be-bearded individual sits at a stone space slab, eyes fixated upon a spectral space sphere in front of them. It projects an arcane filtered space light of turquoise and magenta onto the space wall behind them. Casting your eyes to the space space beside the figure you encounter a scroll. Words surface unabated upon the surface of the space parchment inked by no human hand.
The hooded space one speaks: It is not me. I be not he. I am just space orb pondering space wizard. But do heed the space warning about the Evil doer his designs are inscrutable 
Now make thee scarce, these space scritterings and flitterings within the space globe do vex me
The sense of unease that was not but a space bean in the recess of your mind has now sprouted. A vine grows forth. From the south-and-east a chill space wind blows. As though a shadow were lifted, a clarion thought pierces through the space fog. I must go to The Space Lake
No ill befalls you. No space souls make themselves known to you. Your destination is clear even if your goal eludes you.
You follow the space creek that feeds the body of water. Space field becomes soace hill becomes space loam becomes space dune and the lake lays before you. Space sword grass and space sedge choke the mouth of the feeble space stream. Emenating from within, you hear a croak. Then another. And a third. You are drawn inexorably to the sound...
the evil space warlock junps out and turns you into a space toad lmao