The Dead: Silent

The Path

As we walked along the path, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement. We were finally together again, free from the pain and heartache of our past.

The path wound its way through the misty landscape, leading us deeper into the unknown. I glanced back over my shoulder, half-expecting to see the lake and the monument disappearing into the distance. But they were gone, replaced by a wall of trees that seemed to stretch on forever.

He smiled, as if he knew what I was thinking. "We're not going back," he said, his voice low and husky. "We're moving forward."

I nodded, feeling a thrill of anticipation. What lay ahead? What wonders and challenges awaited us?

As we walked, the trees began to thin out, revealing a clearing in the distance. In the center of the clearing stood a great stone temple, its walls adorned with intricate carvings and symbols.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as we approached the temple. This was it – our destination.

He pushed open the massive stone doors, revealing a vast interior chamber filled with a soft, golden light. The air was thick with incense, and I could hear the distant sound of chanting.

We stepped inside, our footsteps echoing off the walls. The room was filled with people, all of them dressed in white robes, their faces peaceful and serene.

At the far end of the room stood a figure, tall and imposing. His eyes seemed to bore into my very soul as he began to speak.

"Welcome, travelers," he said, his voice booming off the walls. "You have been brought here for a purpose. You have been brought here to remember."

I felt a surge of excitement as he beckoned us forward. We moved towards him, our hearts pounding in unison.

As we reached him, he placed his hands on our shoulders. "Remember your past," he said. "Remember your love. And remember your future."

And with that, everything went black.

I sat up with a start, my heart racing and my sheets drenched in sweat. It had all been just a dream, I told myself. A vivid, intense dream, but just a dream nonetheless.

I looked around my darkened bedroom, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease. It was just my imagination running wild, fueled by too much stress and not enough sleep.

But as I threw off the covers and got out of bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The memories of the dream still lingered, vivid and real. The lake, the monument, the temple – it all felt so real.

I stumbled to the kitchen to make some coffee, trying to clear my foggy head. As I waited for the brew to finish, I checked my phone for any messages or notifications. Nothing.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the present. It was just a dream, I told myself again. It didn't mean anything.

But as I stood there, sipping my coffee and staring out the window, I couldn't help but wonder... what if?

What if it wasn't just a dream? What if there was something more to it? Something real?

I pushed the thought aside and went about my day, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease. But deep down, I knew that I would never be able to fully let go of the feeling that something was waiting for me out there – something that only I could sense.