Bear Creek River

Spirit portals blanketed the town of Millersville, making it look like a block of swiss cheese. I flew through the clouds above the city, neon signs of the restaurants below provided navigation as I descended and passed through an energy hole outside of Marla William’s shop, having traveled a great distance from my home in the realms of light. I floated through main street and worked my way to Justin’s house. The street outside his home was quiet and dark; the atmosphere heavy, muddy, and thick.