Why even wear a skirt?

A wave of darkness.

Things pulling- dark hands.

Although none of those touched her, she still felt a pull- almost like they were pulling on her existence.

A familiar feeling. Maria had felt this before.

Back when she’d first come to this world.

She felt it.

But-

Eyes blasting open. She stared at the darkness, as the darkness stared back.

And she saw-

Tens, no hundreds… just like her.

People.

Souls.

Howling in pain, yet no sound reached her.

They were there- desperately trying to get in, but couldn’t.

“You’re all a part of me…” Her words came out. The darkness slowly subsided but Maria knew- ‘In time…’ A minor breath- she stared up-

Waiting.

Waiting for the light to come.

And it did.

A light of red?

Solid ground, Maria was back.

Head slightly dull but he quickly got used to more light and the lack of heat.

“The world has changed,” she said, staring around.

Some trees, some grass, some clouds.

Red.