Open the [[gate]] to the garden. [[Open gate.]] [[Nope! No thanks.]]You open the gate. The latch comes free easily in your hands, like a silken rope. Strangely enough, the latch was metallic. You enter the garden, the pungent greenery invading your eyes. A chaos of colours beneath your feet, as you step over the flowers. Beautiful. You have no regrets in opening the gate, and decide to pick a few flowers. How many do you pick?Phew, no way in the world were you going to encroach on that territory. The gate looked far more rickety in your mind as you turned and walked away. ... The sun was relentlessly shining brightly at its zenith as you trod along the path, going back where you came from. How on earth did you end up on this desolate road in the middle of nowhere, you begin to wonder. All you recall is that the road is long, and you must trek through it. [[Continue pondering...]]The gate is nothing special - wooden, painted in a shade of dark brown. The slats are lopsided and haphazardly placed, nails bent and misshapen. That being said, the latch is quite shiny, and new looking. Someone is obviously looking after it. How peculiar.Not done yet, pal!