It had been a long day for the weary traveler, the winter having brought its darkness already hours ago. The traveler was filled with anticipation; their destination was just ahead.
Supposed to be just ahead, rather. The traveler found themselves in front of rubble, the remains of a house that hadn’t been inhabited for a lifetime. Had they taken a wrong turn, perhaps? No; they were exactly where they were meant to be. This path had taken them to a dreary dead end.
The wind picked up, and the chill made the traveler shudder. Tightening their winter coat, they considered their options for a moment, and decided to return home.