There was a whirlpool of incoherent whispers, hisses, and silent cries coming from the unknown. As if a millions voices uttered some mystic ancient spell, the whispers clasped around Nesrin's heart.
She flinched back, her breaths heavy and erratic.
The void remained there but the partially ajar door was no longer the brown cupboard. It was white and...
Nesrin turned stiff.
...awfully familiar.
A white modern wardrobe stretched in front of her, there was a soft carpet beneath her feet and the dimly lit room was something she was too familiar with and at the same time, there was a strange sense of alienation.
"Eun-ah..." a horrified voice whispered behind her.
Nesrin turned and saw a lady standing near the door, there was a diary in her hand and her fearful eyes turned tearful within moments.
She took a shaky step forward and Nesrin instinctively took a step back.
"Who are you?" her voice was hoarse to her surprise.
