The woman walks through an empty street, she doesn’t know where the people have gone but she has her suspicions, the ruby necklace she wears glows as she approaches the warehouse. She turns to the last memory and tells herself sorry. Her mother would want to hear it, even from a husk of herself, something is better than her mother wandering what happened to her last child. The woman, now believing herself without remorse, pushes the door of the warehouse open like the passageway into the cathedral of old, when her hair was short and her mind was young, she hated that boy from all those years ago, and yet all she saw when she stepped inside was a grassy field, as the door slammed behind her, she could no longer find her way out, and then she saw it, it stood on a hill, all the grass around it was dead as it laughed. it reminded her of the past and she ran from it, she was a new woman, safe from her mistakes, no matter what they said she was herself and that was all that mattered.

But that creature seemed to make her doubt it. The creature wandered and prowled across the field, hunting her as the sky turned dark and the stars extinguished themselves one by one. But as she was trapped with the creature, the room becoming endless no more, but now harshly small and herself all alone, doubting her very being, in came her mother, the door stayed open this time as her mother apologized for how she treated her for all these years, the memory had come to her and the mother realized what her daughter was going through, and with acceptance the monster returned to slumber and the woman stepped out, with hope for her next stage of life knowing her mother saw her as herself at long last, so she could see herself as her self as well if granted that little kindness