It’s a true story- or it’s not. Make of it what you will. This one is for the ones who wait…and the ones who wander. 

The Twilight Hotel

The soft light of the setting sun backlit the contours of the old hotel. As twilight turned to dusk, that dark side of twilight, the hotel would become a towering, foreboding figure on the hill, but in the light of twilight, it still looked warm, inviting, and to a weary traveler, a welcome haven.

And the lone traveler was weary. She had traveled many years to be here, and the weight of her many lifetimes had become unbearable, a weight that pressed upon her shoulders and her soul.

Sleep. Sleep awhile. Just a while, before I have to begin again. She knew she would wake in the morning and begin the search again, for as many lifetimes as it might take. How many hotels, how many long journeys waited ahead? It didn’t matter, she would take on each one and continue doing so until the day came that she would look into a stranger’s face and see the eyes she longed for.

How long ago had it been? Two hundred tears? Two thousand years? Three thousand? But time didn’t matter; in the count of ages, a thousand years was as a day and she would look a thousand thousand of those days, a lifetime of those days, a thousand lifetimes, to find that which she sought.

To read the rest of this story, see link to The Twilight Mirror and the New Dawn by Jordan Amar

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