The point of no return...

Welcome Note

A jet black, bottomless lake, surrounded by a forest of dead trees. Cold frigid wind blows past, reflecting the cruelty of reality. Above, dark clouds float past, a reminder that I do not belong. Suddenly, the wind blow the clouds past, revealing a full moon trapped in ice. It seemed so near, that I can almost touch it. Yet, so far, out of my reach. As I looked on, it occurred to me that even if I could, I dare not approach, only able to admire it from a distance...