# Chapter 18
Darkness is a symbol of fear. Everyone would have had a nightmare about being lost in the vague darkness. Just a scary dream that we couldn’t remember anything after waking up drenched with sweat from wandering around aimlessly. When Eutostea woke up in the woods, enveloped in dead silence, she thought she was having that dream again.
The light from the full moon sneaked through the dense branches. The silver beam of light drew patterns of leaves and bounced off the ground. The mosses that grew under the shades of rocks were smoothly covering the surface. It was a terrain Eutostea had never seen before. But it looked like it was somewhere near Mount Parnassus.
Eutostea pushed herself up from the ground. The last thing she remembered was the ivory pillar in the Temple of Apollo. The temple crowded with people who came to hold a ritual for their gods was gone like a mirage; the place she was now at was somewhere deep in the mountain.
