Then that word grew louder and louder.

She stretched her dormant muscles, the tips of her fingers reaching up towards the ever present moon, her toes brushing the fallen leaves. She had been here too long already but she wasn't ready to leave, she loved the Inbetween, its calmness and complete lack of complication. She smoothed the crinkles out of her clothes, her fingers regaining feeling. She slowly rose from the soil she had called her home, she walked on her toes as if dancing with the wind and foliage, spiral twists and silent strides towards the lake. 

The lake was one of the best parts of the Inbetween. It was not filled with water, though the fluidity was deceiving. The wispy waves were silver and moved like silk. It contained all the thoughts that had sent here to this place, the harder she looked the darker they became. The silk began to form words, contort into the things that were best forgotten. Her fingers grazed the surface, sending ripples, hoping that would distort the thoughts, she wanted nothing more than to forget, forget what she had left, forget what was waiting for her on the other side. But these things cannot be ignored for long.