The Symbol
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.
Protection
Fear of Flying
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.