Dahlia
Noise. There was so much. And then silence - except for the faint, fading sound of my heartbeat. And once that too had stopped, the light, blinding and warm and endless, took over. And then voices, powerful and commanding, yet tender and loving. I wasn't alone. They stood before me, the makers, more of a presence than any given shape. They spoke among themselves as I drew nearer.
I felt it, the moment their attention landed on me. I wanted to weep and worship all at once.
"You have suffered enough child. So has he," one whispered.
"You must go back, but first you will be remade."
The light fractured, and I fell. Back into breath, bone, and blinding sensation. The world hit me like a brick wall - filled with scents and sounds and instincts that I didn't understand. It was co
