Resurrection(Part 5)
The Quiet Flow Paul and Nefertiti kept moving through the dark abyss and finally stepped out of the narrow tunnel into light. A beautiful landscape was waiting for them. It was dusk. The sky was painted in crimson and pink hues, scattered like a dream across the horizon. A little river flowed at a distance, reflecting those colors so vividly that it appeared like molten sun slipping across the earth. The golden glow touched their faces gently, as if welcoming them into something sacred. In the distance, the hills rose softly, their colors blending into one another fading gently into the horizon. The riverbed was etched with flowers of different colors, blooming wildly as though untouched by time. Paul looked at Nefertiti with a soft, generous smile. “Madam, this scenery looks like something from an art gallery… I wish i could take a picture.But,I think I’ve lost my phone wrestling with those odd creatures" he added with a sigh. She didn’t respond immediately. They sat in sil...