In my dream I saw...my mother...in that manor. Inside there was an old shrine. It was cold, snow was falling. I could hear a song.
There were so many people going into the shrine. It was like... a funeral procession. I could smell incense burning. Everyone was hiding their faces. My mother was among them. No matter how many times I called her, she kept going further and further.
And just before the door shuts... It was like I was going to be left all alone. I saw it every day. I went in just a little bit. If I went in any further I wouldn't have been able to come back. But I thought I could meet my mother in there.
