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The feeling was mutual; the Prizes were seeking a partner for a romantic encounter, and I was more than willing to step into that role.
The sensation was tantalizing — sweet notes of vanilla and amber wafted through the air with every appearance, awakening a longing in me.
The faint murmur of a lullaby or a lover’s whisper teased my ears, a fleeting promise of companionship in this dreamscape.
Then, a flicker caught my attention.
A figure, flickering like the others, yet distinct.
Her presence was unyielding, her form solidifying like dew forming on the petals of a morning bloom.
She was tall, with a slender build, giving her an ethereal grace.
Her hair fell down her back, shimmering and refracting the dreamworld’s ambient light like strands of silk.
Her eyes, a deep shade of cerulean blue, held depths of knowledge, curiosity, and intelligence.
They reminded me of a serene ocean, one that has seen countless dawns and heard myriad tales.
Her attire was simple yet elegant — a dress that seemed to be made of shimmering stardust, casting tiny luminous reflections that danced around her.
But what captivated me the most was the serene confidence with which she stood.
It was as if she was as aware of this dreamscape just as I was, a fact that seemed impossible, given that no one else in the prison had displayed any signs of being able to dreamwalk.
My heart raced.
The taste of anticipation, a mix of excitement and a touch of fear, filled my mouth.
I could smell the sweet fragrance that seemed to emanate from her, a perfume of wildflowers and a hint of mystery.
The soft hum of the dreamworld seemed louder in her presence, like the background score to a moment of revelation.
Our gazes met, and the world seemed to still…
Surprise?
Recognition?
I couldn’t place the emotion in her eyes, but the connection was palpable.
The distance between us, although mere dreamworld steps, felt vast, like the expanse of a universe, yet charged with an intensity that drew us closer.
For a few eternal seconds, we just stared, neither making a move.
We both expected the other to flicker away and disappear as every other dreamer did.
The moment stretched until there could be no doubt — we were both dreamwalkers!
Her eyes bolted open in shock.
No doubt my expression looked the same.
I recovered faster and asked: “Who are you?”
And in that instant, she winked out of existence.
I stood rooted, the warmth of our brief connection still lingering, the soft sounds of the dreamworld echoing in my ears, and the rich, mysterious scent she left behind enveloping me.
