Sweet Dreams

Ravana stirred in the spectral fog, her dream-self slowly waking to the familiar yet ethereal embrace of Somnium. The world around her was a blend of haunting beauty and wistful memory not of her own creation, the Polar Sound rendered in ghostly hues and fleeting impressions. She felt the presence of her dream-mother, Aurelia, before she saw her, the familiar scent of lavender and moss faint but distinct in the otherworldly air. But she had seen the azure beauty in her dreams, all her life.

Opening her eyes, Ravana saw Aurelia's shimmering form, the grays and blues, the piercing blue eyes. Her heart ached with longing, the pain of their separation always a raw wound, even in this dreamscape. But she did not know why. She felt the ghostly nuzzle, the tender touch that was more memory than reality, and leaned into it, craving the closeness she had been denied in life.

“Mama?” Ravana murmured, her voice soft but filled with intensity beyond her youth.

She shifted, nestling closer to Aurelia's flank, the warmth of the dream a fragile comfort against the cold reality of their separation. “Why can’t you be like mother? Why can I only meet you in my dreams?”


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