Cornell

you follow the whisp, it leads you down a winding trail taking you deeper into the forest where the fog is thick, you can only see the ball of light leading the way. sounds fade and all around you is white. the air grows cold yet inside your body feels warm. you take one more step, out of the thick fog. what you see before you is a tall blue demon with glowing eyes, his face does not show anger or hostility. he holds his hand out welcome weary traveler, sit with me so we may converse.