She takes you with her. You leave your body behind, and fly through… Space? No. Not space. Not quite. A void, to be sure. But void of what?

This is The Between, lost one, her voice says, triumph turning voice voice from broken glass to razor blades. Finer, but quicker to cut.

Soon, I will show you where we come from. Where you come from.

You see something ahead. Like a barrier of light. You strike it, and everything slows, like swimming through glue. You’re not sure if passage takes seconds or centuries, it all seems the same. Then you are through.

It’s beautiful! You can taste the colours around you, smell the sounds. Where have you taken me? you think.

You turn and see her for the first time. You have never seen anything so beautiful. Or have you? Images flash through your mind. Memories, but not your. Or not only yours. You see yourself as she sees you, a being of pure light. Like so many others around you. Come, she says. I will show you.

She brings you home…