Brutally blinding light appeared as her warmth left, suddenly and without warning. The light’s heat, welcome relief for her instantly cold skin but all she saw was white, pure void. Shivering and blind, the room spun adding vertigo to her state.
Fearfully alone, closing her eyes the only means of escape. Is this the world?
It was only then, in the utter darkness that she had become accustomed to, she could hear the voice. Not quite comprehensive but entirely familiar.
A sense of security washes over her small frame and her tiny fingers relax from their fists. Expecting a different reality, she opens her eyes.
Despite the calling and the resulting expectations, the light remains and screams escape her lips. Once again, her eyes snap shut; now desperate for the voice.
Where had it gone?
Her fear worsens, realising the only company she now had was the darkness and her cries.
They’ve spoke of this place for months now, this cannot be how the real world goes.
Welcome, my dear child; this is, how the real world goes.Then, as suddenly as it left, her warmth returns, it surrounds and lifts her up. Shivers subdue as her cries reduce to a whimper.
With this peaceful warmth, the voice came back.
Welcome, my dear child; this is how the real world goes.