You are engulfed in a thick darkness that seems to not only obscure all around you, but devours it. What was there is gone, now only the dark remains. Slipping through some impossible angle, a white woman of vapour steps across the rippling black.

The world feels thin here. Like you could step through it. That you could blink and open your eyes somewhere else.

“You come to join us here?” the spirit says. There is a shimmery aftermath in her misty form - a twin image locked instances behind her.

“You come to the mystic’s house and think you can continue your journey?”

“We waited for so long,” the first spirit says.

“Or for no time at all,” the aftermath queries.

“Yes,” the former agrees. “Or no time at all. Finally, the skull gave way before we did and the door onward was closed. Now what we seek is unobtainable and we are left with just our obsession.”

“We tell one another about it . Telling others about it helps.”

“Yes,” the former agrees. “We take turns, she tells me.”

“And she tells me. For eternity.”