Eager to explore, you start at a steady pace towards the misty
willows. As you near the misty tree line, your pace quickens with
excitement. Your minds runs ramped with a million possiblities of what
you will find. As you close in on the wall of mist, a cold breeze
sweeps through, leaving an eerie feeling lingering in the air. The
tranquility of the golden glade has perished as your eyes stare
intensly ahead at the impenetrable gloom.
Your eyes drift over the peacful surroundings. You take a deep breath,
letting the fresh air flow smoothly through your nostrils, and then
letting it back out again with the flare of your nostrils. Panning
over the misty surroundings, your mind starts to wonder what lies with
in the mist? What is beyond the tranquility of the willows?