Gwen’s journey was no longer nor darker than any so far. The torches were guttering in their brackets as the air took on a deeper chill. There was a breeze here, but it felt unreal. It screamed to get back and stay away, but since she had come so far she couldn’t just step back and step away.
The final torches were not lit, but she could see just a little from the torches further back as their light stretched out to guide her. There was a solid wall before her, but putting her hand up to it she felt that the breeze flowed through and she realized this was a trick wall, something like the ones in the Faerie Mound.
She stepped ahead without wasting time to think on it. She had acted on haste before and it almost never turned out well, but if she had waited to think on it her courage would’ve faltered and she would never have stepped through.