It takes a funeral to make you feel alive

He could feel the air grow thick and heavy, colder even that sent a chill down his spine. He tried to keep his mind on her not wanting to focus on the fact they were entering where the spirits thrived. There was no way he could show the building fear that came from thinking of the powerful spirits. He had never been to such a specific spiritual place before and part of him feared. The chills down his spine continued, but he did his best to keep himself collected and calm. He didn't want Serene to think he couldn't be with her during this time plus he could learn a lot from her ceremony. Though he still had an eerie feeling creeping over him one that wanted him to turn around and go the other way.

He also could swear he heard incoherent whispers, not understanding what was said. It made his ears twitch as he tried to figure out where they were coming from, blue eyes looking around then but not physically seeing anything out of the ordinary. His hackles raised slightly as another shiver coursed down his spine giving him more of the eerie feeling. Her giggle brought him back, attention turning to her as she began to speak and he smiled. Her optimism was vary refreshing for his hope in things and gave him more power to keep pushing through his work and keep pressing himself to seek out more faces and spread the word of his hopes and dreams.

His eyes turned back to the scene unfolding before them, the trees falling away and a strange stone structure coming into plain view. The water within the center of the rooms was glowing a brilliant color, but at the same time it looked creepy and mysterious. Her words echoed within his mind to memorize so that he hopefully didn't freak out if he felt a presence. The time for conversation had ended for the time being as he realized it was time to continue with the ceremony. He nodded to her words and continued to fallow her until she stopped.

"Talk." & 'Think.'