Balance of the Skies (bxb)

Flashback 3

I am standing in a dark corridor lit only by the flickering flames of candles. No sound except the wailing wind, snaking its way in through the crevices in the walls. There is the smell of decay and mould, yet I find it alluring rather than disgusting, much to my surprise.

I make my way to a wooden staircase, the steps rather high. I cannot see where they lead since it is very dark, so I grab a candle and start my way up.

Step after step...

Stair after stair...

Higher...

Higher...

I can now make out a large wooden door at the top. I make my way further up and as soon as I reach the last step, I stretch my hand out to the door handle.

It is scorching hot and the candle in my hand dies out.

I shoot up in bed, heart beating at a thousand thumps per second.

I look at the time.

1:23am

Happy birthday to me!