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The first thing she became aware of was a warmth in her chest. Then came the sound of wind rushing around her, followed by a rolling, rumbling sound.
Light flashed around her, and the comforting warmth inside her went cold. Suddenly, she could feel herself falling. Panic started to claw its way out of the coldness in her chest. As she fell she started grabbing at her chest, as if she could claw out the panic and the cold. Where did the warmth go? Where did that sense of freedom she felt before she started to fall? Why was she falling? Was she going to fall forever?
At first, she didn’t notice the air warming around her. Slowly, steadily, she could feel the warmth coming back. It bloomed like a flower within her, pushing out the cold and panic. Her descent slowed as the warmth grew, and rather than the crash landing she expected it felt like she was being placed down gently. She felt a deep love and compassion from what or who laid her to rest on the cool stone she now found herself on. Rather than the panic she felt from the cold in the air, this coolness felt oddly comforting.
She sat up abruptly, looking around her surroundings. She was on round stone, with a circular symbol she somehow recognized as a sun. The hill she found herself on was surrounded by a gray sand, ringed by clouds. She turned, her eyes following the stone path in front of her.
At the end of the path was what looked like a statue of a figure. The statue looked like someone kneeling, their head hung low. Crystals grew from the figure, and she could see cracks revealing a light within. Was it trapped? Maybe she could let it out. Light should be free. She slowly stood up, walking over to the statue. She circled it, the warmth within her growing stronger, like it was calling out to the Light within this statue.
She touched her chest, where her own Light was. She she pulled her hand away, a thin red candle came with it. Instinctively, she held it out toward the statue. A ringing filled the air- the pleasant sound of bells chiming. The statue in front of her started to glow brighter and brighter, before there was a flash of blue light.
She covered her eyes from the flash, and when she looked back at the statue, instead of the stone figure she expected stood a spirit looking back at her. She took a surprised step back as she looked at the spirit in front of her. They were around her height, with messy white hair full of ribbons that matched the scarf around their neck.
They beckoned to her, and she followed along, candle still in hand.