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Silently, I was escorted, a prisoner save that none had declared it, yet still I was guarded, led, was not free to walk my own way. The only sounds were the crunching of dried leaves beneath our feet, the heavy breaths of my companions, and a whispered breeze whistling beside us. None spoke.
I thought I heard a breeze, some wind rushing like a ghostly current through the twisting maze of that perpetual darkness under the forest’s mighty trees. It wound around the trunks of those dead evergreens, and we walked beside it.
And as we progressed, a great fluttering of my heart commenced. A soft glow was in the horizon like the early kisses of an affectionate sun. Some promise of day, I hoped. We drew nearer this light. Passing the shadows of the trees we came out of the dead forest which is the border between my world and the Mountain.