“…like death, but in summer tones.”
She turned around abruptly, wondering why the voices sounded oddly familiar. What greeted her eyes next, she could not explain - there stood a figure before her, in the exact same dress, and sporting the exact same haircut as hers right at that moment in time. Try as she might, yelling herself hoarse, the figure never responded. It continued staring at this hidden something in the distance, occasionally pointing at it discussing with her companion in a dulcet tone. The five minutes of her life, when she would feel robbed, of nothing else but her identity.
So, was that abrupt screech, coupled with a sudden floating sensation, supposed to mean something at all? Perhaps it was the reason for this sudden wave of calm that engulfed her. But wait, that beam of light - if only she could just reach out for it…
