Chapter 52- Follow my voice

However, the scene changed, and then she felt grateful that she was now outside of the dark forests.

On her left, the landscape felt like it was her comfort reward—a beautiful, lush grassland through which she sauntered on an isolated path. On her right, she saw wild goats and wild sheep scraping on either surface, consuming their meals and unaware of her. Moreover, the cold, raw air was beating them from the left. But no one seems to mind; after all, their fur protects them from the elements.

A sheep in hell? You've got to be kidding me! Sheep were not hell's creatures, they were from heaven. She groaned.

But there was no trace of people on this trail apart from a worn-out track that curled through the snow blanket of grass on her right.

Oh, really, Sophie? Do you expect people in your nightmares? Really? What is this Stephen King novel?

The cold air replenished Sophie's lungs, and they were now bursting with fresh air as she observed the orange sunset cascading down a rift of c