The sprawling lands echo with the sound of footsteps in haste.
Only fear drives the terrified being forward as he gazes in horror up toward the wonderful, and yet, sickening apparition before him.
He staggers and falls. Without pausing to nurse the pain, he rises again to continue his journey, but he cannot. An irresistible force holds him in his place, he must not approach any further.
The field in which he stands trembles, as if afraid as it plays host to this marvellous occurrence. He staggers as the ground quakes. The foliage, down to every weed and blade of grass trembles as if afraid. They quiver in anticipation of what is about to happen. A mass audience, gathered to witness the approaching events as they unfold.
He gazes at the bright white light, Mystified by the swirling mist which surrounds it. What is it? Is it an eddy? A vortex? Does it lead somewhere? He cannot tell. All he can do is watch events as they unfold.
He observes as the mist becomes clearer. He can