“Come little girl, to where dreams are made. Hush little girl, don’t be afraid.”

Where was that beautiful voice coming from, she thought to herself. It was so dark, black as the night sky on a new moon, and the little girl found herself incapable of locating anything. All there was in the abyss was that soft, soothing, and angelic voice. It was so familiar, yet, so otherworldly. Who was singing? Why was she singing? What a lovely tune it was. The young girl uncontrollably closed her eyes as the voice returned, surrounding her, hypnotizing her, replacing every doubt and fear in her system into warmth. How powerful. How beautiful.

As soon as it came, the voice disappeared once again. Why did she stop? Her song was so perfect. The little girl opened her eyes widely, greeted, once again, by the dark nothingness she had found herself in. Left and right she looked, trying her hardest to find her companion. The bearer of the lovely voice she found herself suddenly needing to hear. Where was she? Why was she hiding? Please, sing one more time. But no song returned, and no woman showed herself. It was just her, the small girl, and the darkness that was slowly beginning to consume. She felt so light—like a feather in the wind.

Why? What’s going on? She held in her scream. The ground—or what she once assumed was ground—beneath her was beginning to pull her in. It was nothing like the undertows of the ocean, nor was it like the slow tugging of quick sand. Rather than sinking, the little girl felt as if she was slowly vanishing. In her mind, it registered that perhaps she was beginning to merge with the void that had summoned her. That she was becoming one with the darkness that was slowly consuming her. The beating of her heart hastened. Help, please, anyone!