The day of my journey is the time for me to relax out of the city into the new world. One dark cloudy day I was taking my adventure around the globe I was in Shanghai  China, suddenly a wounded monk comes out of the thick fog I run out my car to help him but he was gone. Only a box is remaining on the floor I run back to my car with the box then i felt someone breathing behind me I look back only the box. I got to my hotel and deiced to open the box and BOOM it was all white and blank it seemed that i was died but i was wrong every  body on the globe i think. Then i was walking to find something or someone to help me but then I find only the shadow of a person but the shape of a box with hands and feet.

To Be Continued