I do actually want to write more for this but I'm having trouble progressing from thoughts to storyline, criticism is appreciated!

I began my descent at midnight, or at least, what I imagined to be midnight. The fields of asphodel entertain a permanent mist, making it virtually impossible to distinguish between night and day - it may as well have been early evening or morning for all I knew. Stood atop my hill, ( hill being a rare slight elavation amongst the miles and miles of flat expanse ), I couldn't see anything more than when I had been on lower ground. Still, starting my escapade on a hill felt significantly more final, like if I could remember exactly where I began I wouldn't end up coming back.
Something I believe sets humankind aside from our animal brethren is the foolish, but extraordinarily powerful, ability to hope. Even in the bleakest most obviously unresolvable situations, we still manage to conjure a thin sliver of optimism to keep us going. Be it hoping for success, love, money, forgiveness- we're too stubborn to admit blatant defeat.  I feel as if I will come to depend on this extraordinary attribute very soon, as I have no doubts my  journey will be perilous.