You can feel the wind blowing through you gently, pushing you forward towards a shimmering gate. You aren’t sure of who you are, or how you got here, but you know that beyond that gate lies either terror or paradise.
Do I really need to say much more? Using the georgeous image above (and perhaps my little description) as inspiration, get writing a short story, a poem, or anything else of your liking. Picture by Nagare-Boshi.