Without a Map
She looked down on the pristine white expanse. No footprints marred its crystalline surface, shouting “follow me”. No path led onward, providing direction. There were no signposts, with arrows conveniently pointing the way.
She had no map, no experience. Only a desire to explore, to see what lay ahead.
She took a deep breath. The cold air bit into her lungs. Her warm breath expelled in tiny white clouds. Fat snowflakes danced.
All was quiet, the sounds of the world snow-muffled. All except the beating of her heart.
Up ahead, she thought she saw a place to rest; a traveler’s respite. She pointed her feet in that direction.
… and took the first step.
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