Things have changed, my
cherished one, and I won't try to make it like it was before. But I do still recall the unimaginable power
of a dream. Enough to reshape causation
itself. Spilling secrets like sea-salt
through the gate of evening. Holding
open the iris; a dusk deeper than ocean rose. Far, far below. In the church of thorn. Drowning lowlands and remains of the day, just
to shatter my palms on the curve of your shoulder. Stitching letters there, my darling. Waiting
for almost forty years to see you truly taken with love again. The way you run toward it now, unafraid. Like those earliest visions that first broke
and blessed my heart.
It's so beautiful.
I'll stand for love, till the end. I'll exist this way even if it hurts. I'll steal each cut if I can. Every agony,
that my beloved ones might finally breathe and rest undisturbed. I know I sometimes fail in that, and I'm
sorry. I'll keep trying until I am salt
and sea myself. Living far from my
family, if that's what it takes to keep them safe from these hideous wraiths. Yet, as near their hearts as possible. Three kings, for sisters and brother, still
following star and song. From world to
world, edge to edge of everything. And I
found you, at last. Here in this fallen
royal court beneath the twinning river. This
frightening place where they think we no longer exist. Mirage. Fata Morgana.
But I didn’t come all this way to reclaim
you, or to demand a single thing from any of you. I came to see the lives you should have
lived. Your own chosen paths fulfilled. You're as safe as I can possibly keep you in
this unsettling place, my darlings. Running,
truly running. With new love. I am far below, even now. Like my Mother. Living drowned in bluest dusk. Laken hilt. Guardian of the Well, still tending the innermost
of every holy place. Till the day of our
waking. It’s the price I pay. You never knew me, and I never was, except in
dreams. Thankfully, my Father doesn't
believe you can ever truly erase something from a dream.
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