a woman about thirty years old
You freeze, waiting, but you soon realize that the woman is looking at
something behing you. Slowly, you turn around, but, too your dismay,
you see nothing but trees. You hear the voice again:
"Dana where are you? Dana?"
You turn around. The woman is now no longer carrying a baby. She
seems frantic, calling for Dana again and again. As you open your
mouth to say something, the woman sinks to her knees, crying. Then
her appearance wavers, and begins to stretch. She grows lighter and
lighter, and you can now see right through her.
All of a sudden she looks up at you, and your eyes meet.
"Dana. . ." she whispers, before she wavers one last time
and dissapears. Her words drift away on the wind, and you have the
same strange feeling that you have heard that voice before, long, long
ago. . .
Somewhere above you a crow shrieks, bringing you back to reality. You
shake your head to clear your mind, and walk on through the forest,
wondering what everything that has happened to you has
meant.
Through the trees you can see a tall, slim woman. She is wearing a
white dress that billows in the breeze, and carrying a small baby
wrapped in a white cloth. She looks right at you, and you have the
strange feeling that you have seen her before.
