From where I stand, there is an ominous presence I can’t fathom. The scenery has turned to a gloomy outpouring of misery, but I hope what is sure to come will be filled with mystery.
The ground is glistening with morning dewdrops from the cloudy sky. A purple haze appears in the distance, sparking a debate about what it is.
The closer, I get, the more it looks like a portal. Where does it lead to, is the question?
