Ilya began to make her way towards the cottage. Every step that she took, a pain so excruciating assaulted her.
It was like walking on a burning path riddled with shattered glass. The fiercest of hail storms was coming down in torrents.
But Ilya didn't care enough to stop. Her sights were set on the cottage.
As soon as she stepped inside, Ilya could see nothing but the light. It surrounded her from all directions, embracing her with its warmth.
Ilya dragged her feet and left bloody tracks in her wake. Her tears never ceased, staining her white shirt till it had changed color completely.
The lady just walked,
And walked,
And walked,
For hours at an end.
She didn't know where she was going. She didn't even know what she was there for.
Ilya had already forgotten her goal.
Her eyes were back to how they once were, but they had become dull. Not even the light from the surroundings could revive them.
