A vision of something happening: laughter and lots of it. Another woman, smiling at me I think. I’m in a group, so I’m not sure. I know her name, yet it escapes me. I remember drinks, lots of them. I remember something about a celebration. It was a happy time I think.
I remember walking with the group. I remember her smile. I remember the danger; no one noticing in time. I didn’t drink as much. I remember pushing her away. Then, only pain was left. She was sad too I think; I remember tears on her face. How strange, for it feels like such a long ago time, yet I feel like it was very recent.
The beautiful lady is looking at me still. I think she was waiting for me to remember. Why is her smile so sad? Why is she sad? Is it for me? I feel fine, so she shouldn’t be sad.
Oh wait, I think I died. I guess that’s something to be sad about, but I can’t seem to feel it. The other girl makes me feel something though. I think it was happiness, the feeling I have. How strange; is it because she was saved by me? I’m happy she was okay.
Oh, the beauty is raising her arms. I feel myself start to fall away.
“Safe travels.” She whispers to me.
I don’t want to leave her. She makes me feel nice, but I feel myself leaving her. The farther I fall, the more I forget her splendor. Her light disappears quickly, and I’m left alone in the darkness. How dark it is indeed, especially with at least a slight remembrance of her light.
All alone in the dark, my memories are fading fast now. I don’t even have a name anymore. The knowledge I saw a lady is here, but her image is gone. I don’t even remember if she was a she or not. It’s all leaving me now.
I refuse to let her face go though. That other girl, her face is mine and mine alone. I save it, smothering it within myself as much as I can. Both images are saved in my soul: her smile, and her sadness. I think I managed to save them, but I don’t even remember why now. I just know they were important to me.
The darkness is disappearing now, but there is still no light. I’m falling still, but more slowly now; slowly, slowly, slowly drifting down into a lighter darkness. All the way to a small source of light: a little crystal in the darkness.
It brightens as I approach, and I feel myself drawn into it. It’s warm, and comfortable like a home. It is my home now I think; my home for my soul. A new body for me to live in. I don’t remember my old body, yet I know the form my old body had. This one is new and interesting to me, being only a small crystal now. I wonder what I can do in it.
First though, I have to say my first words. Well, as best as possible I guess with this body. I think I’ll say her name, since I managed to hold on to it. It has a poetic feel to it after all: the first word should be the same as the last word.