At the end of the tunnel, there will be a tall figure, shadowed by the blinding light behind them.
Up close, you can see a woman with dark skin, warm and deep as the night, with endlessly long silvery-white hair tied off into braids. Her braids, in varying lengths, styles, and shape, seem to travel the length of the cosmos.
Her clothing is simple: a dull gray dress that pools out beneath her feet. It stretches past space itself and beyond.
The plain clothing and lack of accessories only serve to accentuate her radiance, which rivals the stars and moons themselves.
Stars line themselves around her, studding her dress, festooning her hair, tugged into orbit by an irresistible pull.
She will let a few moments pass, offering a serene silence as you take everything in. And then she will speak.
Her voice spans the length of galaxies, and is perfectly in time to a pulsing beat within you. Her voice booms, the drumbeat rhythm of your heart.
It is impossible to not be moved when she opens her arms and says, "Weary Traveler, welcome Home."
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Short Stories: Here and There
Teen FictionA compilation of my ideas and characters into short and quick-to-read chapters! There'll be everything from across many different genres, but it'll be mostly romance and slice-of-life orientated. In other words, this is an "idea dump", these short c...
