50 Doors

Beneath my feet, was bare earth. As I looked around, I could not help but wonder if there were animals and bugs in this sea that was in proportion in size to the grass. The thought of meeting up with an ant or spider that was larger than I filled me with trepidation.

With no path to guide me, I was unsure of which way to go. Again there was no door to indicate my mode of transportation for my arrival. If I took only a few steps in any direction, I would soon be lost and unable to return to that particular spot. I listened intently for a moment. I believed I heard the roaring sound of rushing water. I had missed it at first due to the roaring of the rippling grass, but this was a distinct and different sound. With nothing else to guide me, I set course for the sound of the rushing water.

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