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September 23rd, 2038.
I know what the phenomenon people call dreaming is like. And I know that when I went to sleep last night, the place I found myself was not a dream, not how people normally experience them - it was something else. I can only assume it has something to do with what father did to me, the magic he implanted in me.
This is not the first time this has happened. But as I sit the morning after, I realize this is the first one I remember with perfect clarity, as if I had just been there physically, experienced it like it was reality. Perhaps it was.
I was standing at the shore of a beach, lit only by the light of the moon above me, and wearing some kind of black dress I've never had on before, even though it fit me like it was made just for me, and I was waiting for someone. I'd see her soon, I told myself. I'd see everyone soon. And things would be okay. I felt like, here, at this beach, in that cabin, I could be truly happy.
Even now, hours since I've awoken, I find my mind drifting to that place. Wanting it. Craving it, and the happiness it promised.
Was this a premonition of the future? A glimpse of some alternate sequence of events? Or simply my mind playing with me, giving me hope only for the world to crush it to dust once more?
I don't care. I will find my way to this place, no matter what. I will take that happiness for myself, and for her, no matter what.
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A lil aesthetic piece I decided to do, with some relevance to Errin and Rose's story. Someday I'll start writing it.
Art by
sharev. Rose Ritan also belongs to me.
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I know what the phenomenon people call dreaming is like. And I know that when I went to sleep last night, the place I found myself was not a dream, not how people normally experience them - it was something else. I can only assume it has something to do with what father did to me, the magic he implanted in me.
This is not the first time this has happened. But as I sit the morning after, I realize this is the first one I remember with perfect clarity, as if I had just been there physically, experienced it like it was reality. Perhaps it was.
I was standing at the shore of a beach, lit only by the light of the moon above me, and wearing some kind of black dress I've never had on before, even though it fit me like it was made just for me, and I was waiting for someone. I'd see her soon, I told myself. I'd see everyone soon. And things would be okay. I felt like, here, at this beach, in that cabin, I could be truly happy.
Even now, hours since I've awoken, I find my mind drifting to that place. Wanting it. Craving it, and the happiness it promised.
Was this a premonition of the future? A glimpse of some alternate sequence of events? Or simply my mind playing with me, giving me hope only for the world to crush it to dust once more?
I don't care. I will find my way to this place, no matter what. I will take that happiness for myself, and for her, no matter what.
---
A lil aesthetic piece I decided to do, with some relevance to Errin and Rose's story. Someday I'll start writing it.
Art by
sharev. Rose Ritan also belongs to me.Posted using PostyBirb
Category Artwork (Digital) / Scenery
Species Crow
Size 1180 x 2120px
File Size 17.2 kB
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