IT was dark and the surrounding was filled with nothing but silence. A little girl who looked like she was four or five years old was walking along a corridor. The only light that was guiding her was coming from the tall windows where silvery moon beams struck.
One could clearly see the fear and anxiety on the girl's lovely little face. She was clutching her nightdress so tightly, showing just how nervous she was. She continued to walk, looking from left and right, even though she barely couldn't see anything from this darkness. As if she was frantically searching for something. Or rather, someone.
Then she heard a cry, a voice filled with suffering. Repeatedly asking for forgiveness.
