JASMINE.
“Alec?” I call out softly. My voice bounces off what looks like walls. Are they really walls? They seem to shimmer and quiver, refracting light off it. It almost appears as a veil that I can pass through.
The more I stare at it, the more enchanted I become. The beautiful dances, like the waves by the bank of the river, lapping at the fine stones polished over time by the tides.
I stretch, my fingertips a few feet away from the glimmering veil when I hear a giggle from a distance. In the silence that once was, the giggle is prominent and permeates the air. I whip toward the direction, and my eyes land on an image.
The way the figure moves, blending with the rhythm of the veil. I squint; the figure looks so much like… it can't be. It can't be me. The veil withers and blends into
