[ WP ] Try to escape , you 'll always fail . The only way out ... is through fairy tale .

I found myself alone in the jail once more. My previous attempt had failed. I knew that I had to try again. I closed my eyes, and began to speak. 
 `` Once upon a time, there was a young man. This man cared lived alone in a forest, in a small cottage...'' 
 I opened my eyes, seeing the cottage. It had but a single room, with the stove in the middle for heat and a bed off to one side. The walls were unpainted, undetailed, as they always are during these stories. There was nothing of note in the cottage; it could truly be summarized in a single sentence. Just like a fairy tale. 
 `` Every day, the young man would go out into the woods and gather food.'' 
 I walked out of the cottage, and began searching for food. Berries, meat, it did n't matter. No matter what I gathered, if I tried eating it, it would taste the same. Bland. Simple. Fairy-tale esque. 
 `` On the particular day in question, he tripped on a log.'' 
 I knew that I needed to do what I said, or else risk breaking the story. I was my own narrator, yet that did n't allow me any consolation. I found a log before I said anything, and made sure to trip on it. This needed to go according to plan. 
 `` On the ground he found a golden locket, as bright as the midday sun.'' 
 I saw the locket appear on the ground as I said it. Besides its colour, there were no distinguishing features. Nothing of any import. This was the way it always was. Never too much detail. 
 `` He picked up the locket and, opening it up, found a magical key.'' 
 This was the most important part of the plan. I needed to violate the detail law in order to make the key just what I needed. If this failed, I would have to start all over. Tell a new story. The same one never worked twice. 
 `` The key was designed so that it could unlock any door. As the young man picked it up, he felt a tingle run through his arm, and he knew that the key would always be at his side.'' 
 I picked up the key, felt the tingle, and knew it had worked. I now had the skeleton key. If I could keep it, I could escape from the prison. I could be truly free. But I could n't end now. The story needed an ending. That was my only way out. 
 `` The man returned to his cottage and decided to try his new key on the locked door in the back.'' 
 I did as I said, returning to the cottage. When I entered, I saw that there was a door in the back, despite not being there before. That's the advantage of fairy tale vagueness. You can always add things when they become relevant. 
 `` Putting the key into the door, he opened it to reveal... to reveal...'' 
 I was drawing a blank, which was never good. If I could n't provide detail, they would be filled in, and were almost always the worst thing possible for me. But I needed to go through with this, so I opened the door to reveal a troll. I needed to think fast, or die. 
 `` The troll was happy about being released, and decided to reward the young man. He reached over to the young man and handed him a map.'' 
 The troll, thankfully, did as I described. He gave me the the map. It did n't have any excess detail, but that was par for the course. 
 `` The young man decided to follow the map and see where it went.'' 
 I did as I said, leaving the cottage for the troll. As I followed the map, I noticed that the trees seemed to be repeating themselves. No interesting trees, no different trees. No real trees. 
 `` As he came to his destination, he saw a city filled with life.'' 
 The city materialized from the ground up. Not much detail, but certainly recognizable as a city. Many buildings, all of varying sizes, both in contrast to each other and because their sizes changed. A normal, fairy tale city. 
 `` The young man did n't realize that there were any other humans alive. He decided to live in the city, with other people. And he lived happily ever after.'' 
 I walked down to the city and, upon arriving, closed my eyes. As I said the last line, I opened them, finding myself back in my cell. I looked in my hand. The map had disappeared. The key had not. It had stayed by my side, just like I said it would. And it would open my cell door. Now, I could escape.
