033. Eternal
Ophelia ran her hand over one of the headstones, imagining what lay beneath it.
Just bones.
She wondered about the people that they had been, and what happened to that consciousness after death. Did it just cease to exist? She didn’t really know what she believed, but she couldn’t accept that. Surely something continued on.
Ripp was also quietly contemplating the sea of graves, but then looked up to meet her eyes. He sauntered over to her.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.” She smiled. “You?”
“Not much.”
She placed her hand on his shoulder, and they went back inside.