They told her not to look back, but the road was long. She grew weary of the endless night.
She glanced back once and glimpsed Paradise: lush meadows, bright skies, sparkling rivers, a swirl of butterflies.
She glanced back twice and saw the rains had come, snakes forced from their dens, lightning flashing, children cold and crying.
She glanced back again and all was fire, horror, madness, and death. She quickly turned away.
Lavender dawn broke over the road in front of her, but it was too late, for the madness had seeped into her mind.
And they knew.
Prompt from the Carrot Ranch