In his arms, I lay. The warmness. The delicate touch. The incomprehensible quiver inside my chest. The elation brought to my senses. I felt secure. I kept my eyes closed until my mind drifted into a trance. Another place. Another me. Another nightmare from someone unknown that touched me.
Am I dead?
I opened my eyes to a forest of tall gloaming trees. Alone, standing under the grey clouds that block the sun and its bright memories. I started to move my fragile legs. Each stride sends me closer to a place. And was confronted by high steep stairs. The notches are narrow. There were a hundred steps. I could slip down easily with the wrong stir of my feet. I surpassed the ordeal and reach the top to see a shrine burned down to the ground. The lumbers were darkened into coal. The ashes were blown by the gust of wind, silently howling the devastation of its once glorious structures that stood magnificently.
