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Grace tilted her head, inspecting the clock closely. “So, you added the hands?”
Drawing her closer, I directed her gaze to the clock’s face. “Not just added, but imagined them into existence. I realized that the clock represented a specific moment in Uhah’s life, a moment forever etched in his memory. To move forward, I had to pinpoint that exact moment.”
Her fingers brushed the spot where the hands should have been. “How did you figure out the time? It could’ve been any time of the day.”
“True. And that was the challenge. I tried various times initially, visualizing different hands on the clock, but each incorrect attempt would result in a loud gong that echoed painfully in my ears. It was… not a pleasant experience.”
Grace winced sympathetically, squeezing my hand. “I can only imagine. You eventually got it right?”
“Eventually, yes. I imagined the hands zipping around the clockface until they finally froze, locking into place. The time they pointed to was—”
“Wait. Let me try.”
Grace took a step toward the giant clock, focused, and an hour and minute hand appeared on the clock’s blank face.
They turned, slowly at first, before picking up speed and zipping around from one hour to the next, to the next, and the next until finally—
They snapped into place.
The clock emitted a gentle chime, a harmonious sound that felt like relief.
The door beside the clock was suddenly open; one second it was shut and the next it was open.
Grace’s eyes widened. “8:32. Any idea what happened at that time?”
I shook my head. “No. But considering its importance, I believe it’s a pivotal moment in Uhah’s past. Perhaps a memory of love, loss, or a life-altering decision. Memories are powerful, and sometimes, they anchor us, shape us.”
She leaned into me, her warm breath tickling my ear as she whispered. “Maybe we’ll find out. I’m glad I have you to guide me through this maze of memories.”
The warmth of her presence, the sound of her voice — they grounded me.
I planted a gentle kiss on her temple. “Together, we’ll face whatever lies ahead.”
Drawing a deep breath, I grasped the ornate doorknob.
The door creaked open, revealing the unknown mysteries of the third room.
As we stepped over the threshold, I felt the weight of anticipation.
What challenges lay ahead?
What secrets would we uncover about Uhah’s past?
* * *
Stepping into the third room, we were greeted by an even more solid environment.
The fragmented debris that floated above our heads in the prior sections had now been woven into the walls and floors of this chamber.
The dreamworld, with its whimsical nature, seemed to have taken those broken pieces and memories and constructed a surreal representation of Uhah’s past.
It felt as though we were stepping into a snapshot of time.
The center of the room was dominated by a round table.
On one side sat a younger version of Uhah, his scales glistening more vibrantly than I remembered, his posture upright and full of vitality.
On the opposite side were two alien creatures, their slimy green skin reflecting the dim light of the room, tentacle-like appendages resting casually on the tabletop.
