Visions, dreams, flashes,
they kept coming, like drops filling an empty glowing thirsty jar. Sometimes it was many a day, sometimes it was nothingness, leaving her lost and needy. They kept coming though and now they started to seem paintbrushes of what must have been her life, prior to all this.
So this is what she “had been”: an incomplete girl in search of something, living in a place called Japan, on a different world, capable of speaking to a part of her soul she called “Wolf”, then giving herself to something greater.

“𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 is what 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘯”

She remembered these words, they kept echoing in her mind, now that she was in this NewerLand, NeverLand, WhatwereLand. Both aware and unaware it was not depending on her anymore. She was here now and she had to live it. Whether or not ‘living it’ was the correct way to describe was a meaningless detail.
Rehearsing those words and gathering strength from them for the millionth time, while walking the Great Corridor she had these new/old questions with her.

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 “𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘧” 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.
𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭?
𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨?
𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?
𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬?
𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦….

The Corridor seemed to never end; at the same time, it somehow seemed to close behind her with each step she took. She spiraled into this alley until she found herself escorted by two creatures. One was a man—or so he seemed—and the other a woman, though neither of them was truly human, or at least they were so ethereal they seemed unreal.

Neither of them uttered a single word; instead, pressing close to her sides, they raised a hand in unison, pointing in a direction for her to follow. It was at that moment that she fainted, only to awaken escorted by those who now revealed themselves to be armed guards, in an enormous hall.

A dark-toned, soft carpet, with a pattern that seemed to be alive, stretched from her bare feet to the end of the room, where a throne stood with three figures, only the central one illuminated.