trying to wipe at my face in an attempt to
clear my eyes, but my arms and hands
were covered with dirt, sweat, and shards
of glass. Even though I had never been to
or witnessed a place like this before,
something appeared oddly familiar. The
back of my neck felt exposed and
vulnerable, as an eerie chill seem to haunt
my every movement. No matter how hard
I tried, I couldn’t turn around to see
what was lurking behind me. My lungs felt
like burnt paper, dried and brittle, as if I
were inhaling the fiery debris floating
around in the thickness of the surroundings.
Soon that area behind my neck felt like it
was being ripped even further, exposing

my back to a hideous chill slowly seeping
into my body.

My entire backside felt like an exposed
nerve, cold and naked. As for the front of
me, I was parched and humid, void of any
moisture, even sweat. It was like standing
in a large furnace for quite some time,
confused and in absolute terror.

There was no sound in the distance, and
wherever I stepped, it felt like I could fall
through the crust at any moment. This
place appeared to be vast, but I really
couldn’t tell, being as my vision was
badly impaired by the thickness of the fog.
I couldn’t shake the feeling of
abandonment in my heart; it was almost as
though the Spirit’s knowledge were
purposely hiding. Simultaneously, other
senses seemed to go haywire, like I was
suffering the g-forces from a F-22 Raptor.
At times I felt extremely heavy, and other
times I felt like I was the victim of a
centrifugal force experiment gone wrong,

barely stomaching my lack of balance and

direction. Yet still I pressed on, walking