 | THROUGH THE VEIL
I was eleven years old when I dreamed that I became my own shadow, and that I was following my body through a dark wood. The moon was our light, and the woods grew deeper, it became clear that I was in danger of losing my body. You are only a shadow, a voice whispered in my ear. Without your body you cannot exist. The woods grew deeper, and the fitful light of the moon flickered among the dark branches looming above my head. My body was walking ahead of me, faster and faster. Without your body you cannot exist, came the voice again. And then it came to me that I was not dreaming, and that the moon had disappeared entirely. My body was far ahead, running. Running away from me. Help me! Help me! I tried to scream, but without my body I had no voice. I tried to run, but I had no legs. I tried to fly, but I had no wings. Help me-help-but no one heard me.
It was too late. I no longer existed. |