Snow glistens along this path on the mountain. I make
my way through, enjoying the beams of light that filter
gently through the branches. I inhale comforting
wisps of moisture that hang throughout the hills
and thickets. I pass beside many small lakes and brooks,
noticing the vibrant birds that swoop their way close
to the surfaces. Shiny lilies of the valley poke through
some patches of snow. Off in the distance, gleaming
green crystals blanket the base of the sleepy hills.
Welcome to this whimsical gathering of lively folks
assembled in honor of your arrival. Fantastic lights
lift up and shine onto your carriage. Confetti hails onto
the scene and spreads throughout the amusement.
The crowd cheers with bliss and euphoria. Sparkly flags
wave and send forth beams of wonder. Sweet flowers
bloom along the pavements and shout their approval.
Youthful cultivators giggle, blow bubbles, and play tag
with each other. Dancers swirl each other around,
lifting each other to new levels. Golden petals and
silver leaves turn attentively toward the gliding light.
The magnificent green cliffs tower near the cascade
In youthful trees a light flickers
Past hail through the thickening undergrowth
The luscious blue inlet bubbles with excitement
Vines reach to greet the hazy fog
In reflecting droplets of a silver passion
Wet patterns sift through the comforting mosses
And soften the glowing twigs
Green and shimmering fields abound through this path. Beams of light waft down among the vegetation. Flowers blossom all along the pathway and provide a temporary shelter for an adventurous rabbit. This path curves through hills and numerous oak trees. One not travel very far in order to encounter a few stones jutting out from among the hills. Many cliffs with openings at their bottoms loom over the path. These openings allow for a traveler to stride along through, paying no heed to any dangers of falling rocks or biting winds. The other side is noticeable from each entrance, and one can observe continued trees scattered about. After passing through each tunnel, a continued presence of sparkling fields and lush hills is revealed. Low-hanging clouds poise gray tufts of haze over the winding journey.
I make my way past thick branches to the bottom of the dark, twisted stairs. Looking up I can see they are surrounded by marble columns. I make my way up and stop to face the entryway of the portal. Ominous clouds hover on the other side. A map of the journey through the portal appears before my eyes. It is filled with circles, mathematical equations, and symbolic representations of rivers cutting through cliffs. Lightning bolts crash through the clouds in the background. However, I am ready. Taking an immense breath, I step into the portal, and begin the journey through night and pandemonium.