First Turning Point [1]

"Raise your head, my child."

'Her' voice was a melody in itself, each words bringing warmth to my ears.

I raised my head, my gaze scanned 'her'.

Standing before me clad in a full white robe, was 'her'—a being beyond mortal sense.

The thin fabric clung to her frame, outlining every delicate features of her figure, despite that it didn't disgrace her divine presence. 

I felt completely obeying her. 

Without hesitation I stood up. 

The moment my eyes met 'her', a strange warmth spread across my whole body. An overwhelming comfort took my breath away.

'What is this feeling?'

I don't know.

'Was this a relief?'

I don't know.

'Or maybe, it's a connection?'

I don't know.

But something deeper within my mind tells me—

We may have some history.

'Have we met before?'

...

…

…Probably.

That's what it felt like.

Call it a connection—