Walking in those recesses in the catacomb brings a sense of peace. She has lost awareness of time, of being bound by calendars and clocks.
She had read somewhere that spirits walk between us, and we should let them be. They inhabit the same world as us.
Can there be a common plane to connect?
She doesn’t want to be disturbed by the tourists. They cannot see her, so she steps aside to make space for them.
Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #253