“Where are you going?” I asked. Unfamiliar faces surrounded me, a visage of blank, black features that were indecipherable. I was at a place unknown, equally dark, with a dusky sky and blurred images of gnarly trees. “Where are you going?” I repeated, but no one answered.
I started to think the faces around me weren’t people but plain objects obstructing my path. I tried to move forward, but my feet were rooted firmly to the ground. When I looked down, my feet were submerged in dark mist. They were soaked.
The sky churned above, its stars and shades of fiery red and yellow, a slab of pink and white, all spiraling into a dusty nebula over my head. It was entirely black in the middle, a hole that was closing in. Soon, the shadows circling me began to fade. I couldn’t move.
“Where are you
