[Chapter Thirteen- “Charlotte’s Dream” — Part Three of Three]
[To be continued…]
[Original writing & photography by J. E. Lattimer]
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Charlotte placed the conch shell on the ground by her feet. The moment she moved her hand away from it the shell vanished- Swallowed by the darkness.
She turned around and saw the tunnel of light the voice had told her about. The white light within it seemed to be pulsing as it swirled in a counterclockwise direction.
Charlotte blinked and then she was inside of the tunnel. It was as if she had skipped ahead in time- She was standing there looking at the light and then she
was suddenly floating through it. But the time in between the two was simply missing.
So beautiful, so hypnotic. She thought as the light swirled and shifted on all sides.
She reached the end and regained the use of her legs. The tunnel closed behind her as quickly and silently as it had appeared.
I’m on some sort of island. Charlotte thought. There were two large trees, one on either side. She could see the jagged edge of the island [And could hear water
lapping against it] but everything else had been erased within a vast white void in all directions.
“Your sadness has caused you to live in isolation.” The male voice from the shell said. It was no longer a whisper and seemed to be booming out from above her.
“Yes.” She said.
“Leave your sadness here and return to the your world as a new person.” The voice said.
A trail of large rocks and boulders appeared across the water in front of her and Charlotte moved across the rocks.