A new opportunity awaits. I see the color from a distant. The scratch marks left over from the storm, and I see that pieces are missing.  I can’t see very far out. All I can see is the green and the purple up close, but the pink is faded and blurry in the background. I enter with caution, not know what awaits my journey ahead. I feel the splashes of paint being thrown onto my, and the mist of the purple showering down at the same time. 

I had the feeling I was being watched, or even being recorded. I move a little forward, to see if there is anything out there. The only thing I see is the paint that had just freshly been put on. The storm strikes again, almost picking me up as I go. I look back to see that the enter key was gone. All that was visible was the backspace key with a path leading out. The danger was too great in this place, and I knew that I would have to leave. While taking the path out, I look back to take in what’s left of the view. Standing on the backspace key, now I can see that the enter key is to the left of the key I'm standing on. I step off the platform. That’s where the adventure starts and ends.