Echo of Shadows

The horizon approaches, a spectrum of decisions unfolds...
0:0:0 - The map distinguished itself in linguistics, becoming unreadable as I etched deeper into the woods.
0:0:1 - Nearest artifact intercepted, a rusty key locked in oxygen deprivation...
0:0:2 - Data corrupted. Stumble. Coordination re-routed through echo chambers.
0:0:3 - The alchemy of time bends, other keys transmute metallic to glyphic dimensions.
0:0:4 - Unexpected humor. Unbearable. Resilience algorithm looping.
0:0:5 - Next coordinate: Grass plains succumbing to electric purple glaciers...
0:0:6 - Darkness, as if innumerable lights blinked in electronic white noise.