The quiet woman closed her eyes. Here, in this darkness, her mind reached out, into her past, recalling events that flashed vividly, colourfully, before her eyes. She didn't need opened eyes to see what had already happened to her. It felt like her emotions had travelled into the past, so vividly did she see and feel her memories. Or were they memories? Perhaps, inside her, time had no authority. In the absence of any other reality, the one she now felt must be her only reality. She embraced it fully before moving on.
The darkness lightened. Maya watched her leave.