THE GOLDEN DOOR

NOAH

Dagma glows brightly, and I know I need to open it. Even though I don't know what awaits me, I inexplicably feel safe in that moment. Gradually, it lights up in a dim, slightly yellowish light, like that of a candle. I stare at her, not understanding what is happening, the sense of calm intensifies now, I feel calm all of a sudden, almost like the way I felt when I was transported back in time and saw everything that happened to my adoptive and biological parents. .

I open the door. I look up slowly and startle, nearly knocking the vase over behind me as I stare into the face of King Moriam, that is, my father, or his ghost. He's here, his same messy black hair, his beautiful blue eyes, looking at me fondly. He doesn't say anything, just smiles at me, waves his index finger, behind him is another runner. I continue to look at him, who turns his back, and goes down this new corridor, while I stay there, trapped in the same place.

He nods, and smiles showing me the way, so I follow