My footsteps make no sound.
The stone beneath my feet feels rough and hard, too hot.
I know this stone hallway.
I know it, but it's so large. So dark and flickering with fire. It's imposing and empty.
It makes me want to...run. To run away, back to freedom and safety, to the cool, fresh air of winter.
Before I can, a warm hand reaches out and takes mine.
It's...
I can't...
Quite explain it.
A voice ushers me on, deeper down the hallway. At least...it's not an empty and imposing place anymore. I can just focus on the one holding my hand.
I turn my gaze to them.
Their face is obscured, but they're...tall. I think...
They're pretty.
I feel so...
I...know this person, don't I?
That realization is startling and confusing, and I pull back, stopping in place.
They reach out their hand again, gently guiding me by the arm further.
I frown. "Wait." I protest. My voice is so young. Younger. It's not quite right. It's a struggle to find the words.
