73. Between Real or Dream

Where am I?

Am I above the clouds?

I stood surrounded by dense white smoke beneath my feet. There's nobody here. My feet stuck, unable to move. Stuck in a beautiful place like paradise that people tell about.

Am I dead, is this the afterlife?

Not long after, a beautiful figure appeared out of nowhere. Her hair is silver, waist-length, and wavy at the ends. The top of his head was encrusted with a glistening crown of gold. The shape of her face is small, tapered at the chin. High nose line, large eyelids adorned with curled eyelashes. Her lips were as red as a sweet and tender apple. Wearing a long white dress dreamy. She's the perfect creature in the eyes of all men, maybe. Walk slowly towards me.

"Welcome, Esme," She said without moving her lips or opening her mouth. Her voice is soft as smooth as the wind that gently blows on my face. No smile on that face. Her eyes intimidate me elegantly.

"Kneel!" She ordered and—

"Ahh!"

My knees fell on a pebble so sharp it dug into the fle