The unlikely union of light and darkness.
"My soul is ruined; made of dead stars, and darkness. And yet, you managed to find light in my hollow heart. Beauty in my unholiness. You mended the fissures of my being. And for that, I shall worship you fo...
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BLACK FOG DRAPED THE SKIES, then cascaded through the thick branches that occluded the moon from brightening the land. It glided down the trunks of scrawny trees and into the wet ground that slushed under Lilith's bare feet. But mud was the least of her worries while she wandered through the dreary avenue she had walked years ago as a terrified child- the only difference now was that she was a terrified teenage girl.
Static air rippled throughout the abandoned grounds and sent Lilith's hair fluttering in all directions, along with the veil on her pallid face. Her mourning dress, black as night, pooled around her ankles, and strands of curls stuck against her open lips as her teeth chattered. While her mind hurried to make sense of it all, she frantically looked around; everywhere she turned shadows loomed and spilled between branches, engulfing her path like a mantle.
Albeit blindly, she continued on, using the creaks of boughs and caws of birds to guide her way through the shadowed pathway. And although her veins welled with cortisol, a strange calmness overtook her very soul, for as she walked deeper into the avenue, a vague feeling of familiarity grew- it seized her senses and forced her to go on.
It wasn't until she walked a little further that she recognized a single ray of moonlight. It fell from the mass of clouds and shone down on the ground, revealing the outline of a cross- its stature grand and menacing. Lilith felt her heart grow cold as ice, and when the chill spread to her bones, her steps became heavier. Above, several clouds broke off from the mass, allowing rays of moonlight to penetrate the black fog. Slowly, the mantle of darkness began to disperse, and everywhere she looked, more crosses appeared.
Lilith tried to pinch at her skin, but an arrangement of daisies and roses hindered her. She looked down at her hands, knitting her brows together. She had not felt the weight in her arms before, but now, she felt the roots gnarled in between her fingers and the falling dirt as it dusted her skin. Their sweet aroma was a striking contrast to the, now tangible, stench of dirt and corpses that clung to the land.
Suddenly aware of her bare feet, she curled her toes against the sunken dirt and winced when she felt the epiphysis of a bone. Her eyelashes fluttered erratically as she looked down at the disturbed heap of soil underneath her- oh gods...oh gods.
Staggering away, she whimpered as bones cracked under her feet. Her breath came in more urgently and her eyes scanned her surroundings in panic. Tombstones, in a shocking quantity, covered every inch of the land. Her fingers curled in on the bouquet, thorns digging into her flesh, yet she did not wake; she felt the piercing pain with clarity.
This was not a dream.
She was in EastEdens again.
Before her mind could register the discovery, a strangled cry of agony resounded throughout the air. Lilith's heart lurched upon hearing it and her head twisted in all directions, ears upright, listening attentively. It came again seconds later, but in the ensemble of moans and cries, she heard a faint calling- a calling to her.
