Meandering Souls: Locked in a death nap

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“W-what …who are you?” Amara mumbled; her throat dry.

The woman smiled. “It wasn’t your time then. But now, it is, Rainbow child.”

Rainbow child—the words rumbled through Amara’s mind like a breeze that was swiftly turning into a gale rustling through the crowns of fuming trees. How could she be this, this, ‘Rainbow child’? whatever the heck that meant.

“I don’t believe you,” said Amara. I think I do, but there has to be a catch.

“Where are you going to take me?” asked Amara. All of a sudden, she was tired. Tired of her existence, tired of the strange dream she was having, tired of this world that swallowed every ounce of her spirit into its dark depths. All she wanted to do was sleep. She wouldn’t mind if she never woke up.

“To the place where you belong, to Mother,” the woman said. She…