One by one, her family members just having been vexed, the darkness she’s been dreading to enter becomes her only hope for answers. She treads through the first few trees into the dark forest, following a path barely visible through the fog. A towering, tilted silhouette slowly emerges with each step she takes. The only exception to the darkness she sees is the light near the top of the tower. Som...

I’m conscious once more, but I haven’t opened my eyes yet.

A soft wind, then a drop on my skin, then another, and another. Like the wetness I felt on my skin, I feel the moisture seep through my clothes from the ground beneath me — rough yet wet under my back.

Uncomfortable, I try seeing. Slowly, I open my eyes. Barely, I see. Does it matter if I opened my eyes or not? Such darkness I woke up ...