Shadows on the Shelf

  “I’m not sure I understand. I feel awake. I’ve been experiencing everything as if I’m fully conscious.” Khiyan’s gaze remains steady, a hint of mystery in his eyes. “Sometimes, reality and dreams intermingle in ways we don’t fully grasp. But you cannot stay here, Amaya. We have to leave.” “Leave? What are you talking about? You said I’m safe here. Why would I leave?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly. The serene atmosphere now feels unsettling. “Your soul does not belong in this place, Amaya. Your body has been left unattended for too long,” Khiyan explains, his tone gentle yet firm. “My soul?! I see now, you’re crazy,” I reply, a surge of panic rising within me. The calm I had felt moments ago seems to evaporate, replaced by a growing sense of dread. Khiyan’s eyes soften with sympathy. “I understand your fear. But this sanctuary, while it can offer solace, is not your true home. You must return to your body before it is too late.” “I am in my body right now!” I snap, my face f...

In my half-conscious state, I sense someone close, their hands skilled and tender. They move me from the hard ground to a more comfortable place, their movements careful and practised. It's as if it is not the first time they have cared for someone in such dire straits. I am vaguely aware of cool cloths pressed on my skin, the sting of antiseptic cleaning the cuts, and bandages being carefully wrapped around my limbs and abdomen. A gentle presence, unseen and silent, works to heal my battered body. The pain begins to ebb, replaced by a comforting warmth that spreads through me. At some point, a soft voice murmurs words I can’t quite make out, a lullaby of sorts, calming and reassuring. It reminds me of nights when my mother would sing me to sleep, her voice a gentle anchor in the dark. My eyelids grow heavy, and I succumb to the soothing melody. In the depths of my sleep, I find myself standing in a familiar place—a lush meadow bathed in the golden light of a setting sun. The air i...