The bright light guided her with ease, smoothly as if in a way it was so familiar with all the next steps that Morpheus would take. In such situation, a mere light without a face to see shouldn't be trustworthy. Morpheus had all sorts of tricks up on his sleeve and he was someone who would use everything to trick Arabella. The light could simply be one of his other tricks. But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to not trust the light.
Her heart wish to ask the bright light for its identity but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do so. Perhaps because whenever she was going to ask, there would be monster coming after her.
Slowly, the dress she wore that was once ivory had turned red with blood. She tried wiping the splatter of blood on her cheeks but only made an even worse mess as the blood now was spreading even wildly on her cheeks, making her look as though she had taken a bath in a bathtub of blood.
