Mind Graffiti: Afterlife

Translucent memories of what´s gone:

-"Walk this way my sweet child, up the road ahead of you. Within your reach, a plethora of delights, all disguised by the veil of death"- spoke a voice unseen...

Charming steps stroll down the path... the winds, hot and dusty cover his eyes, there´s nowhere to go but ahead. And then, he sees it. The titanic being, blocking the path...