A graveyard in the night
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A little eternal light in a graveyard. Someone had set fire on a
candle during the day, now it burned and was shining in the night.
It was not the only light. Many little lights burned in the
It was quiet, no one disturbed the peace here and no one looked at
the little lights.
A white spiritful feature appeared from inside the grave.
It was hovering over the grave, warmed by the little light in the
cold of the night. The cold, it was not the temperature of the air
and the heat, it was not the heat of the burning light. The history
of the white appearance, she was floating in space and time. She was
so sad, so sad, that the universe had to cry. Big tears suddenly
felt down everywhere. But strangely, although they were falling
everywhere to the ground, they didn't hit any of the little lights.
The lights continued burning in the night, warm the little white
shadows. They told their stories for those who could hear, but there
were so many who were just numb.
So the stories were floating through the night, in search of a being
who could hear them.
There was something else, something that does not belong to this
place. A figure all in white, wrapped in body-long snow-white hair.
She heard the stories of the little white ghosts, and her tears
wetted the graves.
Another appearance. Black shadows were floating through the night.
To be recognized only vaguely. They wanted to approach the white
apparitions, but something seemed to keep them away. Yes, the white
woman with her long hair. She was protecting the little white
phantoms. She was shining from the inside, warming the little white
phantoms with her light.
The little ghosts gathered around her, dancing through the night, as
if they felt joy. And the black shadows? They did not dare to
approach them. ...
The dawn was raising.
The white shadows returned to their graves, and the black shadows?
They stayed away from them, because they feared the white woman.
The first rays of the sun. All symptoms disappeared. Just an
ordinary cemetery remained. But the little eternal lights, they were
still burning ...
The White Woman