What I got:
She did not know where the road led, whether it ended like all things in this place, into the whirling abyss. Beyond the fog lay endless twists and avenues left uncharted from before Man's time began on Earth. The air grew thick and she could smell the bittersweet taste of rain touch her tongue. She let the wind blow violently against her face, move her fringe, lift her collar and then, she step forward.