The sound of chimes caressed Aries's ears, standing under the linden tree where eleven women were hanged upon it. Each of them had bells hanging on their toes, ringing each time the wind blew past them.
Aries had been in this dream many, many times. But when she raised her head, deep lines appeared in between her brows as her mouth fell open. In the past visions, she had never seen the faces of the women hanging on this tree. All she could remember was the dirty and worn-out dress they wore.
"That child and elderly…" whispered Aries, her eyes lingered on the familiar little girl and old lady swaying along with the gust of wind. She looked back to check if those two were standing on the spot where they would usually stand while looking at her silently.
They weren't there.
