Uhp. Ah. It takes effort to travel between the worlds of Tutious and Reality. Man.. Ok, since i dont mind, i will be chronicling my two best friends, Daniel and Rachel's journies..

Well, so far, They are at a river, there is no other way to cross. The snowstorm is howling and they are cold, along with their companions; Jean, the mute intellectual, and Steven, the exact opposite. They set up tent at the edge of the raging river, the only thing not covered in snow due to its speed. The winds howls around them, and their quest towards the Temple of the Awakening remains a dim future compared to the situation they are in...

Well, they have stopped here. I dont know.. dont look at me, they come and go as they wish. Sigh... i too wanted their thoughts..

"An author and his book remains as a spritual journey where one, by reading it, can map out the mental landscape of the author."

"Hold it! Only people with the Imagination pass may go through. You don't have one? Ok, make way for the next. Next!"