She does not feel brave, in fact, she feels little emotion. There is a dream-like quality to her surroundings, and to her own state of mind. She shakes her head to try and clear it. There is something...
There is something she should know. Why that has become clear when the something itself is still trapped in the fog in her mind, she has no idea.
The gate. She faces it, and shoves the papers back into her pockets. Slowly, her every sense on alert, she passes through and then stands there in awe. She finds it disquieting going from daylight to night with one step. At first all she can do is stand there and stare. The lights! The