please don't wake me from the dream / it's really everything it seemed

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Faint stars hung in the darkness that covered the earth, offering their small contributions of light. Clouds hid the moon like breath in winter air. Timria felt nothing but awe as she took in the night sky. She knew that the starlight she could see was thousands of years old. That was really all the stars did: Use their energy to burn their brightest simply so that millions of years later, people could gaze at the light and feel small and powerless. The wind was blowing gently, pulling strands of hair across her cheek. Her eyes closed and she felt her soul being pulled into sleep.

The time is drawing near, Timria

Who are you?

Are you ready?

For what?

Are you ready

I don't know.

You are going to lose everything you hold dear. Soon. Are you ready?

I...I don't know.

The darkness is rising, Timria. You can feel it. The blood is coming. What will you do?

Darkness again, spreading. Seeping into every crevice including those of souls. All is heavy, solemn, and evil. The dark shapes contort and fade into lighter colors, then blood...can't get it off I can't get it off...and the silhouettes of wings, growing from her back.


Timria flinched, waking as she felt Lanif's warm hand nudge her arm.
"Aren't you cold?" he asked.
"It wasn't cold when I fell asleep," said Timria. The dream still hung in her mind. It was happening more often now.