From Outer Space To Joshua Tree, California
And yet here we were, insignificant creatures transcended by the unstoppable wheels of time, passing through the valley of shadows, straight across the Gates of Hell which looked like gargantuan black molten metal doors, towering fifty feet high at the entrance and enveloped by a white thick fog. There was a sweet smell in the air, like fresh donuts with chocolate sprinkles…
Zann Nightroad, “Tales of Voyages to the Underworld”
