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 silence for a while, watching flocks of birds skim across the riverbed. The air felt still, yet alive.

There was a strange familiarity in the place.

Drawn by something she could not name, Nefertiti stepped closer.The surface trembled.And then—it changed.

It no longer reflected the sky or the mountains.It reflected her.

Fragments of her past flickered across the water.

A memory rose.

An evening not very different from this one… the sky glowing, the air heavy.Nefertiti lay on a bed, her body trembling under waves of unbearable pain. Her screams echoed through the hollow walls of the palace, raw and unrestrained. The midwife held her hand tightly, urging her to hold on just a little longer.Her body was giving up.Tears streamed endlessly as her breath turned shallow, almost breaking. Time dissolved into pain—sharp, relentless, consuming.And then… after hours that felt like lifetimes… the child was born.The midwife took the baby.

But something was wrong.He was silent. No cry. No movement.

The tiny body lay still—lifeless, fragile, untouched by breath.The world stopped.

The memory surged like a violent wave, crashing into her present.Nefertiti froze.

Behind her, Paul was still absorbed in the beauty—the nightingales singing softly in the distance, the river whispering to itself.

Then he noticed her.“Madam… are you alright?”

His voice felt distant, like a crack through glass.Something inside her broke.

She fell to the ground, clutching her womb, her body shaking as if the past had returned to claim her. A deep, guttural cry escaped her—one that had been buried for years.She screamed, wept, struck the earth with her fists, again and again, as though trying to release something trapped within her very being.

All this while, the pain had lived quietly inside her—unseen, unnamed, but never gone.Time had softened it, but never healed it.Today,it found a voice.

Paul said nothing.He simply sat beside her—silent, present—allowing her storm to unfold without interruption.

The river flowed beside them, its sound now fuller, deeper…Slowly, her cries softened.Her body loosened.Her breath returned.Even after a while Nefertiti sat still.

Something had shifted.Her body felt lighter—as if she had released a weight she didn’t know she was carrying. The numbness she had worn for years had cracked open, making space for something raw, but real.For the first time..she had allowed herself to feel.

The crimson hues slowly dissolved into softer shades of amber. The birds had quieted now, their silhouettes fading into the distance.Nefertiti remained still at the edge of the river.Her hands rested gently over her lower abdomen—not in desperation this time, but in a quiet, unfamiliar awareness.

The river shimmered again.This time, it did not show pain.Tears rolled down again—but they were different.The river responded, its current glowing brighter.

Behind her, Paul watched quietly, sensing that something sacred was unfolding—something that needed no words.A faint ripple brushed past her ankles and moved on, as though cleansing something with it.

Nefertiti looked at the river again.It reflected the sky now—nothing more, nothing less.And yet, it felt different.

Or perhaps… she did.

She exhaled slowly.The evening settled around them, gentle and unhurried, as the river continued on its way.