Amenarae

      Her footsteps echoed softly on the cold gray cement steps. Before her stood the same red door she recalled facing many times in her past. Its color seemed to blaze bright against the lifeless white walls on either side; its presence, the physical representation of years of memories, centered itself in her mind and both calmed and unsettled her at once. Countless fights had began and ended, holiday greetings and warm send-offs, and faces new and old turned up outside this very door, in rain and shine, in summer's heat and winter's chill. And yet, now, it lead to nothing more than rubble and ruin, walls crumbled on the once polished floor

You're a passenger on a ship, far out to sea, when a storm strikes. The vessel is ravaged and quickly submerging, you believing your life about to end as you sink down farther under the waves. Cold surrounds you as all goes black... You wake to bright sunlight and warm sand, confusion setting in and gentle tide waves washing up under you before receding. Did you die and this is the afterlife...? Something moves to your right and you quickly look to find out what, eyes wide and jaw dropping when you see it. -- - (If you write as a male) A beautiful young woman is watching you from a few feet away, wonder and curiosity on her pale face. When