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He knows this path because he has walked it before not in the flesh but in the mind. 
The trail is well trodden but the grass forever grows standing tall and the dew tickles his ankles.
The birds sing songs that range all octaves and a breeze caresses him guiding him onward.
The clouds in the sky make wisps like arrows, guiding, directing, and trailing, matching his pace.
Anything that touched the trail, be it insect or other, followed eastward never leaving the trail like a train on a track.
The path had an ambience, a certain glow, the contrast between it and the border were subtle.
Everything had a certain smile, even if no lips were present, they smiled still - the trees were radiant, the very color of things were even happy.
The foreboding shadows that were outside of the path and that reached over onto the path were cutoff at the threshold.
His body walks at a steady pace but the mind is ahead of the being. The path remains flat and straight not even a curve, almost like it was crafted by the hands of a super being.
The path is reaching its end, not within a clear shot of eyesight but the feeling of its end is omnipresent.
He knows he is arriving upon it because the clouds stay back almost holding him and the smiles fade in confusion.
The glow dims like a solar panel light that the sunshine can only reach partially.
The breeze quits pushing on him and some of the things that walked the path turn around and head back- to where?
The paths bends and becomes bumpy!
The shadows creep up onto the trail up ahead and the path feels different now... almost ominous.
The joy and ecstasy that was once felt immediately changes to sadness and confusion, no feelings lost only feelings converted like energy.
Brave, he courageously takes a small step into the antithesis of what laid before and the grass scratches his ankles now, not abrasively just annoyingly.
The darkness pulls him onward. While the trail did gently push before, it now effectively pulls.
He moves on, though he has eyes he cannot see but he feels the trail and it's end tugs him.
Is the trail slightly darker than what's outside the boundary?
Forward he drags! He feels the end! It hurts to make progress but progression is a necessity. Destiny? True freedom? Death? What lies at the paths end? Forward, pulled harder still! He has arrived! He is there! There at last!
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