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There was nothing on the other side.
I walked for what felt like hours through that dark corridor, following the distant light but never seeming to be able to reach it. Darkness and cold, that was all I found.
The corridor gave way to a dead end, a kind of dock leading into infinite nothing. “This is what death must look like,” I thought. The only thing I could see was that ever-shining light at the end, but where exactly was that end? Taking any step further would mean plunging into the void. Still, I needed to reach that light.
My first day on the other side was spent there, standing on that dark dock.
I stood there until my legs gave way, yet I kept my sight fixed on the horizon—was there even a horizon to look at? I had come all this way, just to cross the Wall, to find that mysterious shine which was now unreachable. There had to be a way, this couldn’t be my end.
The light moved after what felt like weeks.
It came to me, tentative at first, blinking. Then it drew closer and closer. When it got close enough, I started to perceive its shape. Two iridescent wings broad as the whole Continent, supporting a large body covered in snowy scales. Then it got closer. Its eyes were pale blue.
It floated before me, and I kneeled before it.
I heard its voice call me once again.
“It is time.”
(This entry and the previous one are based on a series of strange and repetitive dreams. They will one day be a part of a longer piece of fiction.)
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