Lyra
I stood by the beach with Father, holding hands and watching the fish dance in the sea.
Someone called my name, and Father and I both turned.
“Mommy.”
She stood far away from us, surrounded by a thick fog. She stretched a hand as if to reach me, but couldn’t.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” her voice broke and echoed around the beach. “My darling Lyra.” She said again. She tried to come closer to us, but the fog swallowed her feet until I could no longer see her moving.
“Daddy, let’s go to her.” I looked up at Father.
He didn’t reply.
I looked back at Mother.
The fog was swallowing not just her feet but her entire body too. If we didn’t meet her now, it would swallow her forever. She would disappear.
I opened my mouth to call her, but I couldn’t speak. I tried to move, but found
