Author: Ulrik Stormgaard | Date: Fragmented
Digging where dreams told me to. Found a mirror in the soil. Floating. Reflected: not me, but her. The Maiden.
She wore Agnes’ necklace. I didn’t know Agnes. But I recognized the necklace.
I touched the mirror— I saw a funeral I’ve never attended, and a lullaby I’ve never heard.
When I woke, I was holding lilies. Wet. Fresh.