It was a bright, sunny and a pleasant day for a stroll, even thought the air was surprisingly cold. The Winding Path stretched along the ancient walls and the nature had reclaimed most of it. The place was so quiet that the hero could only hear her own footsteps. With every step she took, the reflective stairs revealed a glimpse of the countless possible futures. The fleeting images conveyed more of a mood rather than visions.
Overall the future appeared vibrant and hopeful which was encouraging. However, the hero noted a few elusive dark shadows that dashed across the glass surface. She also noticed that the more she focused on that darkness - the more it grew. It was a hypnotic pull that she had to consciously break off, even though she really wanted to know more about it. Walking this fine line, she peered deeper into the glimmering reflections, letting her intuition guide her. Assembling the many tiny fragments to make sense of it all.
