I felt like a Mughal princess walking through this passage of fate.
The trees were arm-twisting each other to take a bow, and create a shady path for me to walk on. I saw interesting animal shapes embedded in the trunks, and if wondered if the spirit of the forest had come together as a whole. All that was missing was a red carpet beneath my feet.
I looked into the last arch, where I would emerge into the real world. An uncertain future awaited me. This path would be soon be blocked with snow.
Life is not always romantic.