You find yourself upon a darkened pathway; it leads through a black, pitch like night, disappearing beyond the orb of your dull lamplight. Through the orb casting white down upon the ground, you can see short grasses of the deepest greens framing a little path of chalky dirt, extending before you and behind.  It is hard and bumpy and full of random white pebbles shaped like eggs.

There is but shadow on both sides of you, rising like broken walls cutting into a black night sky void-like and so deep it outlines the other shadows on either side of you. Jagged silhouettes of woods, it seems.

When you look forward the question comes into your mind. Where am I going? Where did I come from?

The air is cool. Chilling. Wind is constant, like a breathy noise rather than exhalation; its voice rising and descending like the sonic waves of an ocean. But it is quiet. Calm, only echoing off the hollowness that is this place. It feels so empty.

There in the dark, you feel alone. You feel exposed. You feel not yet watched, but easily so. Despite this, you step forward, your feet crunching against the powdery pathway below…