But they seem to know where they are going, those who walk away from the Sun. For as they walk the cobbled streets, they whisper their goodbyes to the large gardens and the uniform but inviting houses. There are no mansions or palaces because, for the inhabitants of Sole, all those who live there live in mansions. The city itself, a palace. They enter the large courtyard and slowly pass the fruit trees with golden leaves sparkling in the humid breeze. The voice of the wind blows from the ocean on the eastern shore of the city. Pacified by the city's sleep, they approach the perimeter of Sole, hesitant and uncertain about what lies beyond the colored rock walls. Vines curl around the base and climb the spider-like walls, weaving their green tapestry like a timeline accented by flowers that mirror the color of the night sky. Similar in hue to those flowers but not speckled with white, was the Great Sun Gate. Towering above the wall and arching majestically, the Gate was closed as if to mark the end of the promised land and the beginning of a place of milk and honey they no longer flowed freely. It was not built for the purpose of war or destruction, hatred or segregation. The Gate was built to hide those who lie on their deathbeds without visitors, one step away from fading into obscurity; hiding the pain and tragedy was his purpose. Those who lived there knew the price they had to pay to keep their city free of poverty, but they were also aware that they could not eliminate all the poverty from the world. Sole's wall is there to provide a backdrop to the bleak landscape beyond, not a wall to keep things out but to keep what was inside. And...... middle of paper... ferocity. Somewhere in the distance I can hear the killer responding with bloodthirsty caws. I chose to stop here for the night, deciding that a destination should not be where you end up but where you arrived. With this in mind, I slowly enter a calm, dreamless sleep. When I woke up, I set off again, hitting the road again with a happiness usually reserved for an old friend. Continuing on, the sun set in the distance in a glorious fireworks display of orange, red and purple. A canopy of stars decorated the night sky and the moon shone brightly, almost happily. As I stared down the beaten path, I saw for just a moment the black tunnel that stretched into eternity. It was then that I realized that I had arrived at my destination, I had found my calling. Nothing is known where I travel, but I go faithfully, destined to travel the road in darkness.