The water was freezing. But not wet. When I fell in, no wave hit me. No breathing became me taken. Instead, it was as if I fell through liquid darkness, endless, silent, weightless. I cried. But no sound came out. Pictures appeared around me. Not like memories. It's like doors. Each shimmered silver in black. In one I saw myself on a balcony, in a red dress, laughing in Noah Carters Poor. In another, I was lying bleeding on a cold marble floor while he means Name cried. In a third, I stood in front of a cot. A little girl held my fingers and said: “Mama, please don’t go this time.” I wanted to look away. Couldn't. The water pulled me deeper. Then everything stopped. I landed hard on stone. Cheering, coughing, I ripped my eyes open. Silence. No water. No hospital. No tunnel. I lay in a black stone room, circular, without windows. Candles burned in niches. The air smelled like rain and something old, metallic. I slowly sat down. My heart was running. I wa
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