When I look out the window, I see not a black sky, but a gateway.
To what? I don't know
When I look out the window, I don't see an upward sloping hill, I see an a path to another world
Another universe.
When I look out the window, I don't see regular people, I see adventurers walking upon treacherous land,
knowing not the dangers littered upon by the gateways opening.
When I look out the window, I don't see normal houses, I see drug dens and dungeons, holding creatures willing to snatch any child in sight.
When I look out the window, I feel wonder,
almost as much as I feel fear.
