End of the line

It was dark like Cygnelius and I's consciousness. But the different is this one has a sound of a child crying. It was faint at first, I thought it was just a hum in the air but as I walk closer to the source of it, the clearer it gets. There is nothing much in the darkness and it wasn't creepy at all. The comforts it could bring to you is boundless yet your eyes are covered from the real comfort it could do. I walked some more and I saw a little girl squatting in the ground while hugging her knees. She's hiding her face in it and her shoulders were going up and done. I went to my knees and waited until she calmed a little bit.

"Are you feeling a little better Hope?" But she didn't reply or even look to my face. She is still weeping on her own. I sat beside her and I was glad she didn't push me away. I stayed there and wait since the flow of time in the consciousness was faster than the outside. She perked up but still hiding her face. I smiled and didn't talk th

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