Traversing throught the mist to nowhere

It was the 14th night of the lunar calender, the night of full moon when the earth baths in the cascade of the glittery moonlight.

Kheial belonged to a remote village where poverty and draught had its abode. He was the sole bread winner of his family of 8. Long before, a man in gray told him to set out to the city when the draught would step in.

His distant village had him to cross miles before he had the city's merciful breeze on his face. Yet not only the miles to meet across but a valley surrounded by rocky mountains, snowy lands, frozen fluids covered in mist with no signs if life was in wait of greeting him.

"Fear might kill and so would hunger."

Khaeil, with his bag, affirmed to get the ball rolling. In the name of God, he took the steps towards deemed prosperity. He spent day in and day out on roads. He already got weary. But the venture hasn't yet begun.

It was 14th night of the full moon when he was standing in the face of this dessicated valley. "Turn back" a voice reiterated. Stiffened he was said, " no way back now." He paced his travel. Not so long that he was drenched and starving. A piece of bread was his total wealth. "I had come a long way, but I wouldn't live to make it to there." Relinquished, he sat in dismay, when he heard a purr. It was a man with a motor car luminous with the lights of heaven. " Mighty of you to help me." He tittered. "So why have you been through this furphy valley?" Asked the motor man.
He began bemoaning," My poverty, pangs of our stomach." And on and on till the car stopped. " My fuel tank's peckrish." " Look to your left, seek their guidance." said the motor man. Khaeil saw men grouped around a bonfire.
He turned to right to gratify no one on the driver's seat. Chills turned him pale. Out of the car he began advancing towards men's group when he felt the emptiness behind him. A blank seen at his back with no residues of a car's corpses. "God is this an angel or what?"
Anyways, the men's group greeted him like the Dawn's greeting illumination. He had a good meal, upto his palate. " You should sleep for a while" said all men smiling alike. " For sure, knackered I am." He slept as he had been sleeping for years long though no time seemed to pass. By the time he rose, he was taken aback by all men smiling alike at him. " Neither am I a wealthy man nor can I remunerate them. Better to leave now", His head voiced. " Miles to swim across. I rather take your leave now."
"Bon voyage ", they said together with the fire still burning bright.
Khaeil took on the journey.

" Which way? Fie! I should have asked the men." He traced his steps backwards but the scene jittered him. No men and yet rising fumes of the quenched fire. "They might have headed to a better place", a thought to pacify. " I better keep going." And onwards he continued to get himself out of the valley of vile. He presumed to have been on feet for days and yet scenes didn't seemingly change neither had there been any signs of sun rise. And miles and miles until he was enervated by the lenthened, never ending roads. "No more now. I can't. I have completely lost the way", He said leaning against a rock. Breathless, he raised the lids to capture the view and contemplate, when he glanced at what he couldn't reckon. He was at the very place where the motor car left him and men's group greeted him. Nothing else could be discerned but him and the fumes of a quenched flame.