On the Road Between Here and There
The white-haired elf traverses a narrow, dark path. The edges of the walkway blur into the abyss that spans on either side. Staring off into the seemingly endless black, one's mind became filled with the dissonant whispers of forlorn souls. The lantern held aloft by the guide shines with a vermilion glow. Behind him follows a stranger to this void.
"Do stay strong," his voice is a gentle hum. Soft spoken, his voice somehow drives a wedge between the cacophony that pervades the recess of one's consciousness. It anchored her to the present. Reminded her of her being and purpose.
"We're almost there."
It seemed a lifetime ago that the elf guided her onto the dark path. It stretched to what seemed like the edge of existence. However, he guided her with a purpose. Where the trail seemed to continue on straight and unbending, it would shift and turn. Directions mixed. Left felt like right, right like left. Had they been walking for minutes or hours? Days or weeks? Weeks or years? Was there an end, and if so, what awaited them?
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