"You’re not real. You’re not real. You’re not real."
“Stop right there, Mary!” It called out. But Mary recalled the Professor’s words not to stop at any cost and she knew subconsciously that this was a life and death situation. Every step she took, there should be no mistake whatsoever. And so, she ignored the dark figure and continued walking, saying out to herself,
“You’re not real. You’re not real. You’re not real.” Mary was now right upto the figure and dared to see it at close range. Although it was the dead of night, the figure was indeed just a figure. A dark one, completely blank from inside. Perhaps some kind of guardian, trying to stop her from entering her destination. She closed her eyes tightly and continued walking forwards.
“Nooooooooooo!!!” It was the figure, crying out as Mary walked right through it. She re-opened her eyes and found herself well past it. Although she wanted to look back, she didn’t. The water was now falling alot faster and it was then that Mary discovered its source. It was rain. But not ordinary rain at all, for the drops were a bright red. By now it was getting hotter and hotter and she saw a large dark opening before her. And once again, perhaps for the last time, she mentioned the full riddle once more, to make more sense of it as well as to reassure herself.
“Beyond the dark trees and past the shining lake is where you will find…”
“Me!” A familiar voice called out. She had heard this voice before and as she was about to enter inside, something completely unexpected happened. The owner of the voice came out the opening to reveal himself.
“N…no, it must be…a dream. I’m dreaming, I just know I am.” For there before her, stood none other than her ‘late’ husband John Werming.
“Now, you really can stop walking, Mary.” Mary stood speechless and uncontrollable tears ran down her eyes.
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