The long stone hallways are dark, with barely a hint of charcoal grey to guide your way. Still, you move forward, not quite sure how you got there but with a mission to be somewhere else. Your feet slide over the huge flagstones, and you catch yourself watching, though there isn’t much to see. Until there is – just barely, and then all at once.
Upright
The alcove is full of light, yet still also dark. A woman in a black dress sits there, near what may have been a window at one point. Her clothes melt into the dark while what would have been her face is illuminated as a sphere of bright, pale silver glow. Though she isn’t doing much, the shock of sudden presence casts your temperament toward suspicion, tinged with fear – maybe you should move on. And maybe quickly. This may not be meant to be seen, at least meant for you. Or maybe not at this time. Not so much evil, more like she’s waiting for you to leave.
Reversed
And leave, you do – head still gently rocking from the strange sight, the confusion over how to parse what you just experienced. Back into the dark you plunge, into the cold stone and nameless goal, near-aimless wandering. No. All at once, you turn back, taking long strides back to that alcove, still rimmed in silver light though you can’t see here sitting there. You won’t be pushed to look the other way. You won’t be dominated by fear. You’re not going to make a fuss – just ask a question or two, as she should understand – but when you turn the edge of the alcove, the light is out and no one’s there. Maybe what you needed was to turn back to the odd sight, to give you strength for the rest of the dark.
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