How Death Felt

20 Damn Years

In shadows I dwell,

lover's voice in the breeze,

Moonlit memories dance, soft as a tease.

Eternal, I linger, though realms set us free.

I jerked awake as I heard those words as clearly as someone repeating them in my ears. My heart raced, startled by the familiarity of the voice. It felt as if a long-lost connection had been awakened, leaving me yearning for more.

Something is calling out to me. It definitely is.

Something. More like someone.

All this just confirmed my suspicion. This is it. The answer I needed

A FEW WEEKS AGO

"Hi, I am here to meet Elena," I asked the lady who was sitting on the porch. It looked like she was picking something up.

Ever since I started having strange dreams about a mysterious man with piercing green eyes, my life has taken an unexpected turn. These dreams have been haunting me for weeks, leaving me with a sense of unease and a longing for answers. It was during this time that I received a recommendation from my mother to meet Elena, a woman rumored to have a deep understanding of dreams and their meanings. Intrigued and desperate for answers, I made my way to her house, unknowingly stepping into a world of mystery and magic.

"You are?" She asked curiously, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Lily? Lily Advone?" I answered, hoping she would recognize my name.

"Advone? Hm. Why don't you just come inside and meet her?"

Yeah, sure, I replied.

I stepped inside. The house had a strange aura.

As if something sinister is happening here.

"Please be seated. Elena will be here shortly." The lady gestured towards a cozy-looking couch. I couldn't help but notice the dim lighting and the eerie silence that filled the room.

"Thank you, Ms...?"

"Oh, please call me Anna. " She smiled warmly.

"Thank you, Anna," I said, smiling back at her.

As I was waiting, my eyes wandered to the antique pieces that adorned a large showcase in the corner of the room. The intricate carvings and mysterious symbols etched into it piqued my curiosity, adding to the enigmatic atmosphere of the house.

I couldn't resist the urge to inquire about the origins of the piece. "That's a beautiful piece you have there, Anna," I commented, unable to hide my fascination.

Anna's smile widened, and she walked over to the showcase, her steps silent on the plush carpet. "Ah, yes," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of mystery. "This piece has quite a story behind it."

My curiosity intensified as I took a seat on the couch, eager to hear the tale that lay hidden within the ancient artifact.

"And that is a story for another time," announced an unknown voice.

I looked at the source and saw a statuesque woman with broad shoulders and a toned, lean build. Her dignified posture exuded confidence and wisdom, while her piercing gaze seemed to hold all the answers to life's mysteries.

"Please don't mind, my sister. She is quite the chatterbox." The lady said it with a smile.

"Oh no, no. Anna is lovely."