A vast darkness stretches out before you. The air shifts. It feels like a rustling breeze or climbing a mountain; the atmosphere is changing. You’re moving. Forward, you think. You feel as if you’re on the edge of… something.

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Nothing changes for a while. And then it does. A sudden opening. An ending or a beginning. You don’t know what will happen when you go through, but you know you won’t be here. You’ll be there. Wherever there is.​

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Part of you yearns to turn back into the known. Another voice urges you to keep moving. To reach out and into something new. Forward or backward? Go on or retreat?

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You take a step…