Aokigahara

With a ribbon behind him, he walks through trees like terracotta warriors
The ribbon is failure; home can only be reached alone
He moves further, ribbons in pinks yellows reds greens blues cross the hills, making it harder for him to reach
He sits down, hesitantly his possessions are laid out on the floor, no compass, water, food
Bright green tent is erected and inhabited
Bright green tent is a place of self-reflection
Bright green tent is left behind
Committed now, no more ribbon
Mossy hill, gains leverage
Sees home
Rope dangles