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DAIRE

It’s been months since I last had the dream

Months since I was trapped in its unyielding grip

And though I try to resist, try to force my way back to the safety of consciousness, I continue to slip

I’m aware, but not lucid

The dream is not mine to control

Like always, it begins in the forest A forest that exists in the Loorld—that unseen di beneath this world, the Middleworld, with the Upperworld sprawling above

It’s a place I’ve visitedand dream states A place that consists priht

Primarily

But not entirely

Or at least not tonight

It’s Raven who leadslandscape of crisp cool air and wide verdant laith lush bouncy blades that spring underfoot His purple eyes glirove of trees cloaked with leaves so thick, only the faintest trace of light filters in

Raven’s driven by purpose

I’m driven by need

Along with an irrepressible longing to reunite with the boy aits me