People's eyes look at me despairingly with sadness, but when i walk up and up, fear disappears into the closets of imprisonment . As i walk up fear starts to overwhelm me
I hear moaning sounds and a nail scratching glass till it cracks
I hear the wind and i ask for help and guidance
As the wind blows around me it starts to swirl around me with great power
Suddenly the wind stops and i cant see
I try to adjust my eyes to the darkness but i cant
The darkness is too unpredictable
I look up trying to find the way out to the light
Then i see it
The one crystal in the pile of gray stones that shines brightly on me , destroying the darkness and creating light ...
