In their desperation, a strange light appears through the foliage. Mysterious and ominous. Where could they be heading that emanates such a strange phenomenon?
Several days have now passed without any sign of civilisation, neither new nor old. And as I went to sleep that night, disheartened from my lack of findings, I awoke, hearing commotion outside my tent. In the glade, that I had chosen to set up camp, a large crowd had formed, the people staring awestruck into the night; the sky strangely illuminated, as if the sun was set at dusk.
Curious, I powered my way through to the front of the crowd, and as I looked ahead, I found myself dumbfounded.
Between the dense branches of the forest I saw a faint light glow in the distance. The light that had a purple colour in both the lighter and darker tone.
What this meant, I had no idea, but it did not matter at the time, for it was beautiful.
Being engulfed in the magic of the moment, my revery was broken as I heard a group of the Eastern Tribesmen murmuring nervously next to me. Their faces showing terror rather than wonder.
Unable to take my eyes of the light, I inquired about their behaviour the next morning. Their explanation was unsatisfactory, as their tales were filled with ambiguity, which comes as no surprise as this is the furthest that any of them have dared to travel. They could not know what the light was, so naturally, they were convinced that we were entering into the so called "Kingdom Of the Dead".
Though, such an explanation is unlikely, I cannot deny the ominous feeling the light emanates.
I will watch this phenomenon closely from now on.
As stated in an earlier entry, I don’t know much about this land. However, I know of the drastic changes in temperature that can happen within the seasons of the region. And considering the placement of the sun, it will not be long before the weather turns to freezing and the first snow begins to settle. However, because of the cataclysmic events that continue to follow us, it is becoming apparent that the climate is not going to act as it used to.
Furthermore, I have noticed, ever since our departure, that it takes longer and longer for the sun to rise through the thickness of the smog in the horizon, now only granting us light as late as noon; effectively extending the night to 18 hours.
Despite this, I can still feel the heat from the westward wind, warming an otherwise cold and damp environment. But even though the warmth is somewhat a blessing, all things considered, I cannot help to think what fuels said warmth; it consumed our loved ones, our homes, and the very land we used to live.
As a result, warmth or cold, nothing is a certainty and the only thing we can do is to travel as fast, and as far away as possible.