Manifestation
The door was simple, made of a dark, splintered wood. There was no handle, no knob. Just a rectangle of deeper black in the gloom. The wailing was deafening now, a storm of human agony that battered against you. You didn't need to knock. You simply pushed, and the door swung inward on silent hinges.
You freeze. It was the sudden shift from enclosed space to open air that did it. A cool night breeze, carrying the scent of damp earth and ozone, swept past you, and you are suddenly outside. She was there, slumped on the ground, her immense frame wracked with sobs that made the very air tremble. For a moment, you just stood there, a silhouette in the doorway, unable to process the sheer scale of her grief.
You freeze. It was the sudden shift from enclosed space to open air that did it. A cool night breeze, carrying the scent of damp earth and ozone, swept past you, and you are suddenly outside. She was there, slumped on the ground, her immense frame wracked with sobs that made the very air tremble. For a moment, you just stood there, a silhouette in the doorway, unable to process the sheer scale of her grief.