When I went to sleep that night, I found myself lost in an illuminated temple, the only colors that repeated were white and gold while an authoritative presence emanated from every corner.
But when I walked through the halls all I heard were horrible words, hate speech, and prejudice.
The statues were crying blood and the pictures looked like they were painted using blood, the furniture looked like it was made of humanoid bones and a smell of rot existed in the air.
Before I realized it I was in front of golden doors that when I opened it I was forced to close my eyes due to the intense brightness, then when I opened my eyes again I was in that garden where I found my sister earlier.
Caitlyn was still in bed, this time she was wearing some sort of bed-print pajamas, the bruises were still etched on her body, but they looked a little better.
