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Life. The words biggest mystery. How,why,when and for how long it will last, you never learn. You only know that for some reason you were inborn in this world. You don't know when you live this world and how you just get a chance to live and it's up to you if you'll take advantage of it or not.
Some people are religious, some people are not. Some people believe in the afterlife believe that this is our only one somebody that we have several lives and we just don't remember them it's time we are born again. Some people don't believe that, they just accept the fate whatever it is. Then don't pray they don't hope they don't dream they can't be disappointed. They just exist until they don't.
Some see life as a game. Easy to take easy to give. Death doesn't matter to them. Like a kids game.
Julie's favourite game as a kid was the carousel.
Life is a carousel. Like in this game, one goes up and one goes down. In order for want to be born, you have to exchange one soul from the earth. One goes up one goes down. An easy game. A fun one but not for everyone. If you choose to force someone to come down you're a murderer.
God, the universe, fate, whatever are your beliefs, you can't take a life. If you do it, you are cheating the game. If you cheat, you have to get punished. The rule is one gets up and one goes down if you take one down you have to make sure some goes up and if you don't, well, I won't spoil the fun for you.
A gentle breeze pierced through her heavy clothes, the scarf on her neck saving her from the winter's cold. A supernatural side was now in charge of her surroundings as she noticed the sign spelling, 'CEMETERY''.
Giant trees expanding with each step the darkness lurking around them. The snow laying in perfect sage ppp pop its purity untouched, waiting for Julie's thick boots to ruin it. Her clothes were barely warm enough to fight the biting cold, but she didn't care. The forest around her was silent, suffocating in its stillness. The dilahs in her grip, now turning white. The white veil like a burden upon the petals.
When she stopped, a flickering light was sitting above her, lighting the path towards her way. She stepped carefully, her car parked too far from where she was standing now.
Her hands were trembling under the warm fabric of the gloves. She was now just a figure of a woman in a coat between the ghosts of the past. The void inside her turning her into one of them, searching for an unreachable goal.
Couldn't see them but she could feel them begging for help. Screaming in her ears, voices as high as the mountains piercing her mind. She stopped just a few paces away from the reason behind her visit.
She looked up to her God, her breath visible in the cold air as she stared up at the towering trees. She closed her eyes, still like candle, and prayed for the dead souls around her that kept creeping in her mind.
