I opened the casket, my heart pounding in my ears, but nothing jumped out. A man lay inside the gold-lined casket; he wore a black robe as if he were a lord going to a party. His long hair was unbound and covered the sides of his head like thick darkness.
It was his face that captivated me; it was covered in scars, and it made it look harsh. "What are you doing here in my inner space?" I muttered.
I leaned closer. "Is it me, or are the eyelids trembling?" Like someone having a bad dream. I moved back. Isn't the man dead?
I moved to close the casket, and it was then that it happened. The man opened his eyes!
Several things happened as one, immeasurable. The man opened his eyes, and the darkness around flickered, trembled, and swallowed me whole as I opened my mouth to scream.
Secondly, the man's eyes were burned into my mind. The vivid green color of the man's eyes, so much like my own.
