echoes of a dream

Sorrow was beginning to fill the celestial titan, who wandered aimlessly along the eastern beaches in search of her lost brother. Now, she headed inland, hoping she might pick up traces of his scent somewhere there. So far, there had been nothing. Her tail drooped mournfully as she lumbered across the landscape, wondering why the gods insisted on this cruelty. The cosmic darling was worried, she was frantic, but now, she was tired. Shuffling into the relative darkness of a cavern that had just appeared, the early morning chill seemed to deepen. With a low sigh, she padded across the stone floor, absentmindedly seeking a good place to rest. She bumped into stone fangs frequently, her sides and spine scraped by granite teeth. This did provide something useful, however. Now she could scratch the many itches that she was growing accustomed to. Lining herself up with a stalactite, she rubbed her flanks against the gritty rock surface and took great pleasure in the soothing of sand and salt caused itches.

Never let it be said the ocean enjoyed her presence. A small groan escaped her as the colossal she wolf rid herself of even more of the ocean than she had before. Thank the gods, she was beginning to lose patience with it all. When she was finally sated, and her itches were gone, she shook out her plush coat with a contented sigh. That was much better.

It was then the soft voices began their serenades. Tall audits perked as she glanced about, seeking the owners of the vocals. None appeared, but the melodies did not fade. Brows would rise, and amethyst eyes would widen. Phantom sirens, they must be. Slowly the femme wandered further into the caves, wondering where the source of this magic might lay. There didn't appear to be anything special here, save for those voices. Slowly, a rhythm would establish itself, a method to the madness of the songs. The galactic behemoth would slowly begin to hum along to the tune, husky vocals strangely out of place amid all of the high, lilting lyrics of the invisible song weavers. She never thought her voice was anything admirable, singing was not her passion, but she quite enjoyed picking up a tune from time to time.

Once more she found herself in the main room of the caverns, where the singing was at it's loudest. The songs faded away, but she didn't mind. Dark form would slink towards the only source of light in the caves, the rising sun. It was early, and she enjoyed this time of the day. Mornings were often ethereal, sometimes shrouds of mist were broken by the sunlight, the birds would begin their daily trilling. Picking out a nice spot by the entrance, the cosmic darling decided she would watch the sunrise this morning.