This place you’re in, reminds you of a Quake map.
She’s all in white. Her dress gleams in the light. A hint of sparkle, with the gloss of vinyl.
You can’t speak, even if you wanted to. She doesn’t speak either.
Her very presence leaves you humbling. You watch her move, in silent reverence.
Her eyes could cut you in half.
You follow her, away from the crowd. She leads you down a passageway and she doesn’t look back.
You don’t look back, either.