I don’t know how we met, one night, in a dream. At first I couldn’t hear her voice, then I somehow tuned in, as if the voice was coming from far away. May be it was.
The young girl turned to me and, with a plaintive expression on her face, said, “The fate of the world is in your hands now.”
Inspired by Fandango’s Story Starter #128
Picture: Dwell the Moods at https://dwellthemoods.wordpress.com/2023/11/01/possessed/
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