250 Strange Dream

"Brother, I see the light on the other dimension. Kresnik will be there," a golden-haired young man with equally golden eyes said worriedly as his gaze locked onto somewhere far beyond that only he could see.

"What are you talking about? Kresnik still lives as Vladimir. Only Alencica's gone," a beauty that mirrored his face save for the pair of glassy amethyst orbs told him sternly.

The two of them held each other in an embrace akin to twins inside the mother's womb. They had just stepped into the cycle of reincarnation and were preparing to be born as soon as they descended. But the younger one had become restless as soon as they came.

"No! I really can see it. His soul will go to that other world," the golden-haired young man insisted as he started to let go, but the other wouldn't let him.