![]() ![]() I shudder at the consequences if they discover my presence. And they haunt the darkness, hidden within the shadows. I know the unwritten code: ‘There are mortals, and there are immortals, and never the twain shall meet.’ Still, I find myself here, hovering on the fringe of the woods just outside the halo of light that wreathes her home. At least I can dull her pain, callous her tender heart. I have mended what I can of her damaged mind without wholly purging her memories. Such a gentle soul so tethered and weighted by so much loss, so much grief. Surely, she is strong enough to endure some terror no lifetime is without it. Yet, her screams tear the night and my heart less often than before. Vivid images whose birth I cannot fathom–whether from within her heart, or tailored for her torment–still, after all these months accost her sleep and crush her soul. I feel her inner darkness’ pull on her hear it call her name. ![]() I am her aegis, her defense from the darkness that presses in on her from without, evil cloaked from her eyes. ![]() Incorporeal I drift, camouflaged against the shimmering snow, no more than a sparkling flurry in the wind, dancing just on the precipice of light shielding me from her–and them. Now, take a few minutes and check out an excerpt from “Dream Weaver”! ![]()
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