The Pulse Within

A veil of darkness falls over you, the death like stillness of silence makes you twitch nervously. As your eyes adjust, a symphonic luminosity of crimson encircles a strange, archaic tower in the distance. Examining your surroundings, you find yourself in what looks like a jungle, deathly skinned trees, charcoal black bark sickly attached to the ground of ashes. The cold woods seem cruel and taunt you with their moving features, softly swaying against the icey winds. The path to the tower is uncertain, but as you head in the general direction, it gets no closer. It feels as if you're in a painting, trying to reach a distant star. As you think about the reasons for you being here, you feel an ever so slight tugging on your essence. A soft warmth envelops your body, the awesome feeling of magic coursing through your veins sends you to new heights of ecstasy. A dark, sullen feeling creeps over you again, only more stronger, this time you notice it is not the jungle, but the tower. Your body is braced against the door of the tower, the power emitting from it stronger then any you've felt before.