Stretching My Imagination, Full Of Yourself
Immediately, the paths became shifting vistas that I had no control over the order in which they came. It was my choice to spend as much time as I wanted in each place, but I could have stayed for eternity in each one.
I entered each of the scenes, having never been there before, but each of them made my heart race. My chest squeezed with emotion as not only the places but the things I saw touched me deeply.
The first was a jungle forest path that I must have walked countless times, as my feet remember the damp dirt path.
An old building loomed ahead of us. It was a large and very tall structure with a style that was oriental. As I gazed at the steps, something made me feel like something was pressing on my chest as it looked utterly out of place in this jungle scene.
When I tried to recall the memory associated with each place that I traveled to. I always came up with the same thing: nothing.