Chapter 3: Chapter 2

Walking was a comfort. Walking meant the world could support me, the ground was strong, and simply that everything existed. Once, when I was walking through the market, I glimpsed a doorway down an alley. It was carved with swirls and designs, and through it, I glimpsed darkness. The first time I had ever seen it, I had no idea what it was, and bolted past stalls, startling all the shopkeepers. I had never seen it again, until years later, when it was closer, at the end of a street I was walking down, and the darkness seemed to be calling to me. I had walked towards it, and it seemed to be pulling on my arm, trying to get me through. Then someone called my name, and I ran a second time.