Beyond the Gates

  Written by: Ally Bernales

It has been five months since I left the jungle and stepped into what I thought would be wide, open fields. Here, the air is calmer, the paths are clearer, and the storms seem fewer. At first, I felt I could finally walk without looking over my shoulder.

I arrived with nine other travelers, all of us strangers but moving in the same direction. Later, more people joined us — each from different paths, each with their own stories. Many of them have good hearts, and I admire those who, like me, survived harsher places yet still kept their kindness.

The first part of the journey was peaceful. We spent our days learning from guides who treated us with patience. At night, we would share meals, each giving what we could. It felt warm and welcoming — like a small fire in the middle of an open field.

But even in open fields, shadows remain. Some travelers walk with friendly faces but carry the same hunger as predators. I’ve met a few whose true colors showed early, reminding me of the dangers I thought I’d left behind.

As time went on, our group split into smaller teams. I ended up with a guide who seemed to look past me, and my new companions keep their distance. I’ve noticed that here, the influence of one person can sway many — and if you seem weak or alone, you can be pushed aside.

I’m still figuring out if this is the place where I can truly grow. A friend I trusted has already left to find a better path. I’m still here, still standing, still testing the ground beneath my feet.

Maybe I’m not meant to stay in one place forever. Maybe I’m still searching for the land where I can plant my roots without fear. For now, I stand still — not because I’ve given up, but because I’m gathering my strength for whatever comes next.

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