The story is now being rewritten (or has been, depending on when you're reading this). It will be much better, as the story beforehand was really cringey. You can still read the original parts, but you might not like them.

I stared at the mountain in front of me. How could it be real? I had found it yesterday and decided to pack everything I would need. Now I had come back to the mountain, which I didn't expect to still be here, but it was. I began the long climb, searching for a certain hole. It took forever, but I finally found it. I had planned on using a rope to climb down, but, being the clumsy person I am, I tripped and fell. I knew there were flowers at the bottom and I wouldn't get hurt, but the experience was terrifying none the less.

Finally, I had fallen to the bottom. The flowers were soft and I felt as though I could lay there all day. But I had work to do. I got up and brushed the dirt off my clothes. I began walking down a long hallway, before coming to an arch. I went through before hearing an all too familiar voice.
"Howdy! You're new here aren't 'cha?"