The other side

Years ago I dreamed that I was in the mountains, in front of a gaping abyss, and had to cross a mist-shrouded bridge on the other side of the abyss.
I closed my eyes and left without thinking, I was guided by inner strength.
The fog, as a physical manifestation of the "dark night of the soul".
.everyone carries light, and when he manifests it, the fog of the mind rises.
So, I'm waiting for him from the sun illuminated this wonderful bridge, a road somewhere ? .

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