Coffins Look Beautiful When You are Not In Them

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Indeed there’s something about the setting of the sun that makes you want to sit and watch as it dips below the horizon. The colors, blending and swirling in streaks of fire and calm blues, seem to reach out and touch something deeper in most people. It was her favorite part of the day, the brief moment when the world held its breath, suspended in time. She loved sunsets; she often sat by the old Apple tree at the edge of her village, watching as the last light slipped away, leaving only shadows and a quiet peace in its wake.

But tonight, something felt different. There was a heavy feeling in her chest, like a shadow she couldn’t escape or run away from. It was her 19th birthday, and she knew tonight would change everything.

At the doorway of her small home, her grandmother stood waiting. The light from the oil lamp behind her made her look smaller, older. She held something in her hands—a pendant on a leather cord.

“Come,,” she said to her, her voice soft but serious.

She walked over slowly, her steps heavy. She sat down across from her, her heart beating faster than normal.

“This was your mother’s,” her grandmother said, holding out the pendant.

She took it carefully. The metal was cold and worn, with scratches and dents. At first, it looked ordinary. But when she turned it over, she noticed a faint carving: two eyes, watching.

Her grandmother’s face was serious now, her eyes sad. “This pendant is more than it seems. It is your legacy. Our family’s gift, and our burden.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

She folded her hands in her lap, her voice quieter now. “Our family are Death Keepers. This pendant gives the power to see things—things most people cannot see. Sometimes, it shows death. Your own, or others’. It is a gift, but it comes with a price.”

Her chest tightened. “You mean…you can see death?”

She nodded. “Yes. That’s why people come to me for help. But your mother didn’t want you to have this. She knew how heavy this gift could be.”

“Why didn’t she want me to have it?” she asked, her voice shaking.

Her grandmother looked down, her face full of pain. “She saw her own death. She tried to stop it, but fate is not easy to change.”

She stared at the pendant, her hands trembling. “If I wear this, will I see my own death too?”

“Maybe,” she said softly. “The visions come when they come. Whether you’re ready or not.”

He looked at her, searching her face for answers, for hope. But all he saw was the truth.

Taking a deep breath, she slipped the pendant over her head. The metal was cold against her chest. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, everything changed.

Her chest felt heavy, and her vision blurred. The room around her faded, and she was no longer sitting with her grandmother.

Now, she was standing in the village square. It was quiet, the air thick with sadness. People stood in a circle, all wearing rich, dark colors. At the center was a coffin, beautifully carved with birds, waves, and trees. The designs seemed to glow in the fading light.

Her breath caught in her throat. It was her coffin.

She stepped back, shaking her head, but the vision wouldn’t let her go. She saw her own face, still and peaceful, inside the coffin. Her hands were folded over her chest, dressed in her finest clothes.

She wanted to scream, to run, but she couldn’t move.

Then, just as quickly as it started, the vision disappeared. She was back in her grandmother’s house, the pendant cold against her skin.

She gasped for air, her heart racing. Her grandmother placed a steady hand on her shoulder.

“Now you understand,” she said gently. “This is the gift. It is not an easy one to carry.”

She stared at the floor, the vision still fresh in his mind. The coffin, the colors, her own still face—it felt too real.

“Is that my fate?” she whispered.

Her grandmother didn’t answer right away. “The future is not always set in stone. But the pendant shows what might be. Whether you embrace it or fight it, that choice is yours.”

As the last light of the sunset faded, She knew her life would never be the same. The pendant was more than just an heirloom. It was a part of her now, a piece of her family’s history—and her future.

She just didn’t know if she was ready for it.

Insha couldn’t sleep. The air in her room felt heavy, like it was waiting for something. The pendant around her neck felt alive, its cool weight a constant reminder of what she had seen. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her own lifeless face staring at her from a coffin, daring her to accept it.

The first vision came just after midnight. It wasn’t sleep that took her but something stronger, a pull she couldn’t fight. One moment, she was lying on her mat, staring at the ceiling. Next, she was standing in a forest.

Tall, silent trees surrounded her, their shapes blurred by a soft silver mist. The air was cold, and the only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves. Insha looked down and saw she was barefoot, the damp earth cool beneath her feet.

Then she heard a soft humming, like a song carried in the wind. It grew louder, more familiar. It was the tune her mother used to hum when she thought no one was listening.

“Who’s there?” Insha called out, her voice shaking.

The humming stopped, leaving a chilling silence. Then, through the mist, a figure appeared. It was a woman, her face hidden in shadows, but something about her felt familiar. She wore flowing white robes and moved soundlessly toward her.

“Insha,” she said, her voice gentle but strong.

her chest tightened. “Mama?”

The woman didn’t answer right away. She reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her touch was cold, but it sent a strange warmth through her, a momentary sense of safety.

“You are seeing too much too soon,” she said, her voice full of sorrow and urgency. “The pendant isn’t ready for you, and you’re not ready for it.”

“What does that mean?” Insha asked, her voice rising. “I saw my death, Mama. Is it real? Can I stop it?”

Her hand fell away, and she looked toward the misty horizon. “You are asking the wrong questions. The visions aren’t about death—they are about life. What you do with the time you have, and what you are willing to give up to protect it.”

Insha’s fists tightened. “I don’t want to die. Not like not now.”

She turned back to her, her face clearer now. It was her, but she looked different, glowing, more spirit than human. “Then you must learn, Insha. Learn to see beyond the visions. They aren’t set in stone. They show possibilities. They will guide you, if you let them.”

Before she could respond, the vision changed. The forest faded away, and she was standing in the village square, in front of the coffin again. But this time, someone was with her.

her younger brother stood there, staring at the coffin, tears streaming down his face. When looked up, his eyes met Insha’s.

“Why did you leave me?” he asked, his voice breaking.

Insha tried to speak, but no words came out. The scene dissolved, the colors swirling together until everything turned black.

She woke up with a gasp, her chest heaving. The pendant on her neck was warm now, as if it had soaked up the heat from the visions. her mother’s words echoed in her head: “They aren’t set in stone. They show possibilities.”

Could her death be changed? Was it just one possible future? And if so, what would it take to change it?

As the first light of dawn touched the sky, Insha sat up, her thoughts racing. The visions had shown her something he couldn’t ignore; her death wouldn’t just affect her. It would hurt the people she loved, leaving wounds that might never heal.

If there was even the smallest chance to change her fate, she knew she had to take it. But one question lingered in her mind

What price would she pay?

(end of the story)

written by kamran

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