Marble Doors.
No one is particularly fond of nightmares. Ivory Garner is certainly not an exception either. As of late, they have been plaguing her sleep every time the young women closed her eyes for rest. Tonight, is no different. Just like the recent sleep terrors, the scenery remains unchanged. Moonlight shines on a smooth pathway of rocks that leads into deep dark woods, where giant trees loom high in the sky above. Their limbs and branches hang over the trail ominously, casting eerie shadows all around. Wind whistles fiercely, rustling leaves and scrubs, giving the illusion of dancing figures flailing their arms wildly and uncontrolled.
