Pt. III The Stairs

It was the color that was off. Sec knew this place in her bones, she couldn’t say how at all, that was still tucked away in a crack somewhere in her mind, just beyond reach, but she knew she’d touched this place many times before. It shouldn’t be orange though, the rust tinged rocks were just wrong, there ought to be green ivy dripping with moisture from the waterfalls misting all around, the sun glinting of the honed white stone should be blinding at this time of day, the facade should appear almost to glow. But that is not what lay ahead of her and she needed to move on from her daydream. Forward and upward.