Zenaida Palafox

Walking down the shadowed trails of The Hollow Peak, they go. The sun is going down with them. Monica and her friends took this route a million times before, but this time it is different. This time, they reached another horizon, another sun. “What is this?” Monica asked her friends. They continue, the temperature drops, and the sun that was moving with them is no longer visible. The sun they walk towards gets bigger and brighter. The mountain begins to curve, and they see the precipice beneath their feet. “How can the cliff be underneath us, and we are standing on top of it?” Monica asked. “I am going back,” Monica exclaims to them as they look back and above, and there is no trail to go back on. It is as if the mountain and the trail they came along vanish, and now they are 8,000 ft high. “Didn’t we come down 50 ft how are we up 8,000 ft?” As Monica continued to panic, she saw around the cliff that they could go through a door.