Misty Road

Our silent footsteps on the stony road are the only sound. We had wandered through the mountains, discovered paths completely covered by autumn leaves. It seems nobody had been using these paths for a long time. We followed a creek that once had carried a mountain. Now it lay tamed and ran silently in its rocky bed up to a monstrous iron gate. We fed the horses, chased crooked diamond thieves and lifted the Mummy's Curse before reading the latest news from a strange town called Castle Rock. We had embers glowing in the tiled stove to keep us warm during the night while outside stars shone bright and guarded our sleep. In the morning, we drank freshly brewed coffee, watching the sun fight its silent battle with the morning mist until finally, the ragged glowing edge of Dragonback mountain proudly rose above the fog. The sun has lost its battle today. We have to leave the magic fairy tale land where we had spent what feels like a lifetime. Beyond the mist lies another world full of ugly machines and grey routines. Our silent footsteps on the stony road are the only sound. "Wait", I whisper, and you turn around.

22 November 2021