*You wake up. The light is yet to pierce your iris but your eyelids shade to red, spoiling what is to come. The sun beams through the intertwined leaves resting high above you. If only you could remember...
A faint voice hums in the distance, luring your attention. It’s a delicate, familiar melody, though you cannot piece where you know it from. As you amble closer, the sound multiplies. Seems as though it was a choir singing all along, but your ears point in one obvious direction only.
Your eyes notice a foggy, misty female figure calmly washing her cloths in a pond, as the water ripples through the surface. You cannot quite see her, though everything around her is clearly visible.
The humming gets closer, louder, and fuller every step you take towards her. It’s as if she was singing through the body of three different intonations.
Without notice, she speaks to you from afar, though you can hear her whispers close to you.
“There is a long journey ahead of you, my dear. You can refer to me as Guidance, though I will solely talk to you when the time is right. You must go now; follow the path you wish to choose. Once found, will you be blessed with serenity.”
As a stream of questions rushes through, the innumerable choices before you have a paralyzing effect, cementing your feet in the soil.
You close your eyes, and in the hopes of following your heart, you take a first step.
The journey has begun.*