Through the Looking Glass part 2

One thing that stood out to me was the silence. No birds, no wind, I even ached for an eerie whisper or two. But there was nothing.

I walked and walked for what seemed like forever on a never-ending road in a place that seemed to be out of a drug addict's surreal nightmares. I wondered, chillingly, if this was my fate.

The thought alone made me nauseous, and I struggled to not vomit. It took a huge amount of effort, but I managed to push down the bile and press on.

Then came the music. Any sort of description fails to truly encapsulate my relief and terror. I bum rushed forward, running towards the steadily building of notes and chimes.

I should have known better, I did know better, but when you're desperate, you go to the first ray of light. In a clearing, right where the road ended and a large clearing began. The music there was the loudest, but there was nothing and no one there.

There were lyrics, I could hear the words clear as day, but as of now I'm struggling to remember them. But I felt a bone chilling fear, even more powerful than before, creep into me.

I backed away from the clearing, small step by small step, and I would have run had I not tripped over something. In that split second the singing stopped. I lost my balance, regained it, and saw a pastel, glass sugar bowl.

It was like a blessing to see something so bright and happy in a place like this. But I wasn't stupid--something this good probably had something horrifying inside. I could have put it down and found another solution.

I stress the word could. I didn't.

Instead I lifted the lid and found, much to my surprise, not a small puddle of blood or a shape shifting black ooze, but candies that were as cheerfully colored as the bowl. They looked like they were begging to be eaten.

If this was a joke, it wasn't funny.