Antisipation vs Apprehension.

As I approach land, I can see signs of habitation. Shelters in a sorry state of disrepair and neglect. But, faint puffs of smoke rise from glowing embers still smoldering in campfires. Some one has been there before me and recently, too. Although, I have seen no movement along the coastline.

I am still days away from landing. As I continue my course, details of my destination arrive into view, new things become clearer daily. Still, I feel there is much that I will only discover once my body finally touches this new land. Who has been there and where have they gone? Why are there no gardens or crops? What is set beyond those gigantic mountains that obstruct this new land's further horizion?