I wish I could find the two flight attendants on that flight to Chicago from Las Vegas. I’m confident this was one of the strangest days in either of their lives. I would love to find them to tell them what really happened, even though they would have a difficult time swallowing it; it would explain everything.
I was shown an old ancient wall. It was cracking and looked to be held up by vines that had grown into the wall. In the center was a symbol.
My senses were alive in The Dark Realm. I could smell damp dank earth and the air was heavy with a wet fog. There was no sound but there was a tense feeling. I felt like I didn’t know what the first step would bring. I hesitated just a moment too long.