Voices of Escridades
I'm in too deep. These papers, these words, these memories seem so senseless and yet they pierce through my heart and soul. Is this witchcraft? Are the Escridades even real? The ink and tear stains are still intact within the surface of the papers. I should stop, reaching and finding the Escridades isn't worth my sanity. I packed all of the papers that I read and as I was done tidying up, a voice. A faint voice called out to me. I quickly stood up and walked towards the voice and as I was pacing closer and closer to the voice, it lead me to the Escridades box. Some of the voices were whispering, laughing and arguing but they seemed to also be crying at the same pace and time. I checked inside of the Escridades box, there were more papers left unread. I picked up the bundle of smaller sized papers inside the box, the voices stopped and the writings of the small pages were surprisingly poems with trinkets of a wooden cross and a pocket watch that bizarrely turns in a counterclockwise motion. Am I still dreaming?