A temple. Thriving alive with vines which layered themselves down the walls of the cobbled stone- It was tall and poked through the highest tress within the jungle like surrounding, and torches see lit alight all around, standing tall guarded throughout the ancient place before June - lighting her ways to the entrance. Two, oversized grey coated smooth stone doors, no knockers- she presumed to push her way through, so she did.
With a grunt, June pressed her palms onto the weight of the door, straining a struggled grunt as it eventually swung open with eventual ease, a gentle gasp escaping June's lips up the outstanding inside.
The hall was long and drawing hypnotically, a gentle hum within the damp air which called to her - groaning her name in a call as it echoed. It fell silent though, only the cracking of the placed torches. She was barefooted, the ground cold beneath her feet- the floor lined with grass and moss - nature. It was beautiful.
And she came across a standing mirror - upon the wall it glimmered, yet within that reflection, she couldn't see herself.
But a woman. With stark white skin, filthy - hair like rotting black vines. But outside of her dreams, June had never seen this woman who looked so familiar to herself, but was obviously so different. Somehow, though, she always knew her name
Enchantress.
Then that frightful - continuous dream ended as it always had.
The reflection reached out to touch her- or was trying to drag June through that mirrored glass pane?
Yet, just as their fingers were about to touch...
June's shoots up, forehead sweaty and chest rising, dropping just as quickly- she's panicked.
Just a dream June.
" But the same one." She answered her thought, her head falling into her hands in a breathless manner- she always awakens to be shaken up.
She reaches for the glass of water upon the bedside cabinet, and takes a long gulp- her head falling back with a sigh before looking off toward the mirror upon the wall opposite her bed.
She waits. Probably expecting that lady to pop out of the blue- It was stupid. June felt like she'd known this woman since the start, something hypnotic about that dream.
Head shaking, she slips from under her sheets, off the bed and over to her shelf where books stacked ; June snatched one.
' ARCHAEOLOGY.'
Reading calmed her thoughts.
She would read till she would find her next place to travel- take her mind off things - get out into the wilderness.
Maybe go rock climbing. Cave scoping.
