Ivan
Someone was singing.
It wasn't Nefra, but it still sounded familiar. The voice was sweet and comforting, but instead of making me feel those things, I felt sadness. Each note makes me think of loss and tragedy. Did that mean I was dead? Was the song I heard coming from Death? Nefra said that she'd spoken to her when she'd died. Was the same happening to me?
There was fog around me, but as I stepped forward, it started to clear, and the song seemed to get louder. It was a woman, but her voice kept changing, so I couldn't figure out who it was. Yet, her song called me closer until I was away from the fog, finding myself in a clearing of colossal trees bigger than skyscrapers and fruits I'd never seen before. Sitting on a swing made of vines sat a woman cradling a bundle of blankets. She didn't look up at me but knew I was there.
"Hello?" I wasn't sure if she heard me, but she didn't look in my direction.
