“And even though every fiber in my being told me it wasn’t safe, I did what I had to do.”


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The force of the rocks clashing together caused a chain reaction—making each rock along the trail combust and form into that strange metal. It was eerily beautiful to watch as the long black trail rapidly changed into metal. As the metal shot all the way up to the tent way up on the distant hill, it almost looked like black dominos flipping and bursting and turning color. It was mesmerizing.

With the newly formed metal path before me, I knew I would be able to make it to the tent without fear of heat exhaustion. But even so, I’d have to be careful. The path was long and winding and I had no idea what lurked in those ashen hills. That land was so strange and menacing; any form of unknown creature might’ve lived out in the barren wasteland of that hellish landscape.

Regardless of my hesitant state of mind, I realized I had little choice in how I were to escape that land. It was either take the unknown trail or wander through the endless Bazaar of The blind. And the thought of facing those creatures once more was more than enough to convince me to take my chances on the metal trail. So I went. And even though every fiber in my being told me it wasn’t safe, I did what I had to do. I started my journey on the trail of desolation.

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