Take me where I am supposed to go. But may I ask?

Will it have crisp thundering skies? Will it have precise spiraling spheres? What about unimaginable vibrating hues? Will it have textures from leaf to wood, from petals to gravel? Will its darkness blind me just as much as its light will guide me? Then, just take me there. Do not leave me half way.

Promise it will be as beautiful as where I am right now, so I can continue to be the forager I've always been.