She walked iddly through the intricate corridors that had no meaning. Her mind was lost in the depth of her past, wondering about her mistakes that weren't supposed to go so wrong. The pale floor was uninviting but kept the warmth of her foot prints intact. She managed to struggle from one corridor to another, but still as petrified and weak as when she lived. This place was dark, but a frail light appeared in the dim horizon leaving her with only a vain hope of safety. Even though she knew that she'd be sent to the furnaces of Hell, deep down she was aware and relieved that her mistakes were somehow forgiven.
Surely someone loved her, even with all her flaws. A sweet catlike figure approached her and gently laid both hands on her calm face, for she no longer feared the unknown. Tears poured onto her decaying shirt in front of such grandeur. The ghost like woman presented her delicate pasty hand forward and stared into her mahogany eyes. Her dry blond hair covered her fragile head that was filled with regrets. By running away in the depth of the fog that now surrounded them, she'd only be inflicting pain upon herself. She could only agree and hope that someone had indeed forgiven her.
Surely someone loved her, even with all her flaws. A sweet catlike figure approached her and gently laid both hands on her calm face, for she no longer feared the unknown. Tears poured onto her decaying shirt in front of such grandeur. The ghost like woman presented her delicate pasty hand forward and stared into her mahogany eyes. Her dry blond hair covered her fragile head that was filled with regrets. By running away in the depth of the fog that now surrounded them, she'd only be inflicting pain upon herself. She could only agree and hope that someone had indeed forgiven her.
