There is light coming from inside the cottage, dim but visible, it is cold outside,very cold so I walk to the door and knock, no one answers.
I stand still and listen for voices, I hear a sweet singsong voice chanting spells in low murmurs.
The spell is an ancient kind, but I can feel my body reacting to it, I notice the door to the house is open so I walk inside, the inside is neat and cozy, the light I saw was from the fireplace,I get a sense of dejavu from the place.
As I walk deeper into the house following the scent of a million different blooming flowers i try to intrude into the mind of the person whose scent reminded me of me but I hit a barrier, a wall of some sort, what kind of magic is this, the sense of dejavu becomes stronger just as i come face to face with her.
