Grandmaster yoo can u review my writing I sauntered through the forest, eager to discover something unique, something different. However, it occurred to me that this was going to be a journey no man had ever taken in the real world. Twigs snapped and piles of frail leaves crunched beneath my feet as I kept walking, glancing into the distance for something to explore, something to discover, something to believe in. As dusk cracked, I slowly drifted into a slumber you couldn't imagine — magnificent — beneath the aurora borealis stretching wide above me.
Birds chirped and wolves howled as I woke to a bear nudging me. Out of trepidation, I started sprinting. The bear looked perplexed as to why I was running. I peered back one last time and saw it was a circus bear. I stopped sprinting and shifted to ambling through the dense forest once more.
Then it stood in front of me. My heart palpated against my chest as I glanced once more and saw an archaic home, dilapidated and in horrid condition. However, I knew one thing — I had my eyes on the prize...
Apprehensive at first, I slowly opened the door to find the house completely in ruins. I knew no one was in there... or was there?
Then, I found an old antiquated box filled with historical relics: voodoo dolls, artifacts of an ancient god labelled Zephyr. It looked like a mix between a stallion and a human. I thought it was a boondoggle — however, I didn’t know what was coming next.
I fell through a crevice in the floorboard, wondering my fate and what was about to happen to me. I became laconic as I appeared in the abyss. The room was filled with lean, haggard people who looked distressed and were tinged with amaranth.
Then a booming crescendo erupted, shaking the abyss. It was so powerful people screamed with fear on the tip of their tongues.
Seven stallions emerged from the walls of the abyss, clad in emerald armour and pulling a chariot covered in ruby and quartz. I was placed inside it. Sweat cascaded down my arms and into a small crack in the chariot, creating a wake that followed through the vessel. I was in great trepidation, pondering what was going to happen to me.
We galloped into purgatory, a realm between hell and heaven. I could feel a thousand eyes staring at me judgmentally, and I realised I had upset the ancient gods of Ra. At that moment, Zephyr the centaur ascended upon us, his eyes beaming a radiating amaranth glow that slowly burned the layers of my skin. It then occurred to me — I was taunting him.
He spoke in a grand voice that shook purgatory; the abyss became a fracas.
“Non iridesis Pretium solves,” he yelled in a booming voice, shaking the realm once more.
As I took my final breath, my carcass was dropped into hell — a fiery, hellish swamp of constant burning.
