Prologue
The clouds roll in again. Fog covers the sky, the ground, and everything in-between. The familiar village in the distance seemed to be nothing but a smeared painting. The only thing you could see but fog was the bright beacon of the light house shining by the bay. As I make my way closer, I feel myself pulled toward the same direction as always, North towards the center of the village. As always in this constant nightmare, I walk through the village seeing hope and despair where they should be running children and yelling parents, the sound of church bells, the calls of the birds and animals. But now as always, there is only the sea. And still the nightmare continues. I hear my mother call, my sister cries out. But alas I cannot find them. I run in circles and end up in the same place I always do…. The temple.