A weary traveler journeys down a lone path that once was hidden to a lost world. As the world the traveler once knew was becoming nothing more than a victim of ruin and death; the lone traveler has nothing left but the memories of what once was. Much time has passed since these moments. As the traveler began to feel as though, the shadows of the world and haunting memories that dwell within the mind, there it stood before them. A place untouched by the horrors. A stone carved wall, like that of similar to the old walls that once protected the mightiest kingdoms. There in the traveler's heart came a spark of life.

From the toils of each memory that came to mind. Our traveler remembers with a heavy heart, the first signs when the kindness of others became less seen and sorrow with the echo of paranoia began to consume their hearts and minds. The world they knew, the world that our traveler knew was to change; but to how it would, none knew until it was too late. There was not too much left to do at this point except accept the reality as it is. Their choice to accept it was theirs and theirs alone although which choice they chose did not make much of a difference in the end. The moments that led to this point. Those memories that now haunt survivors. The scars that now rest upon the land.

Anyone that still remains knows that time was all they had. It was the only guarantee that they had, even if time was not on their side. The flames of the raging fires that consume civilization. The smog created by the endless smoke, making the day into a false night. The warmth of life was disappearing. However far the chaos reached, something more ancient; more powerful was the cause. It was the end… He brought fear, death, but the most devastating thing he brought was the darkness. The emptiness… Even though our brave traveler made his way to this point, all he could feel was hopelessness and fear.

What stood before him was a sign of hope, for the legend once told throughout the land was that when all shall fall, the Gate of the Infinite shall open to those who seek it most; and through it, any being can travel to the many worlds that lie beyond their own. 

With haste the once shattered traveler arrived at the mighty gate. Standing there, the traveler could feel an aura of adventure, power,  and new beginnings… After many moments passing, the traveler begins their journey through the divine gate to explore that which can only be assumed as an honour only few have been given. It is not known where the traveler will dwell; however, through this gate that leads to places unknown, to places far away from this land once called home; nothing can take away the memory of what was here. All the people that were here. Kingdoms, villages, caves, life, and those that have passed before. A legacy will live on even in the darkness. 

Although he was ready to venture forward through this mighty and ancient gate, he could not help but have worry of what was to come. His mind raced with nearly endless thoughts about what not only is beyond this world of his, but will he survive once he reaches his destination; wherever that may be. Did he have what it took to survive, especially since he never had to truly survive like he is forced to now. There are many thoughts of what could be, but our traveler took a long look behind him. He could see the smoke in the distance, the flames consuming the homes that once held life. The fields of crops that helped feed the life now wilting, decaying just like everything else. The green grass becoming pale, the trees becoming corpses of their former selves. The darkness making the beautiful day become a cold horrific night. 

He turned his gaze back to the gate knowing that his mind was made up. He must continue onward since he was already past the gate's entrance and there was nothing left here for him but a fate he knew would soon bring his end. Instead, he knew that whatever chances he has wherever he may soon go are not so different from the ones if he chose to stay. Our traveler took a sorrow filled  breath and continued moving on. The rough edges of rock similar to the inside of a cave made up the first part of the walls that surrounded the sides of our survivor. There was a faint light that lit the way and bright enough to see all surroundings. Where the light came from he knew not, but the deeper he went the more things changed. The earthly walls soon became solid carved stone. The ground below no longer was dirt and debris but now that same stone as well. Fear was still in our traveler's heart, but curiosity could not help but lessen the sting even for however long it may last until that fear takes hold once more.

It seemed almost endless, this corridor he was in. Nothing except for his breath, the light, and the echoing of his footsteps. The light grew brighter the further he went until finally he arrived at a room large and grand. Its walls were coloured in a pigment of crimson. Floating far above the traveler near the high ceiling of this mysterious room, clear shining crystals of different sizes and shapes float in place which work almost like a chandelier; creating the light that illuminated both the tunnel and this room. The traveler walks further into the room which for some reason he did not know made the room go through a transformation. The lights from the crystals grew brighter and brighter before going out leaving the room in complete darkness. The darkness brought out the fear the traveler tried so hard to keep inside. Luckily it was not much longer since the room became dark that the crystals lit up once more. The room looked similar to how it was before except a large mirror stood tall in the center of the room.

The traveler was hesitant to move since he did not know what might happen if he did. However, that feeling did not last long as he moved closer to the tall, wide mirror. He examined it closely, noticing it was not much different than any ordinary mirror except for its proportions. He gazed upward where in his eyes it seemed its height reached the crystals high above, although he knew it did not since the crystals remained in their places. The width was about a fifth of the size of the room and the depth was similar to the length of an apple stem. It could be assumed that for now the traveler did not hold the same feelings as he did before he entered here. For now, he was curious. After a few moments having passed, he finally noticed one thing; his reflection. His short dark brown hair was messy, his pale skin slightly dirty from dust and ash. His clothes, normal villager clothing, dark beige trousers, black shirt, a breastplate that he found during his escape from the chaos, and a pack that he carries filled with supplies. He looked over his appearance quickly before gazing into his own hazel eyes. So much went through his mind but he soon came to realize he must keep going. 

That is when it happened. The reflection of our traveler faded away and a faint light consumed the mirror structure. He knew what he must do, so slowly he stepped into the light, following the will of whatever now has his life in its hands. He was engulfed by its power and that's where his journey truly began and where I must part ways. It was my duty to watch over this traveler, making sure he reached the gate, avoiding the darkness that destroyed his world. Now I must go and let him do as he must, to find his way and discover his path.