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I remembered Earth, my home.
The scent of fresh rain, the sound of birds chirping, the taste of my favorite berry smoothie.
Those days seemed far away now, like a forgotten dream.
Rubbing my temples, I tried to push away the creeping despair.
I focused on the dream I’d just awakened from.
The dreamworld was my only solace, a place where I could be free, even if momentarily.
I’d always been an avid dreamer, and using my dreams as my refuge.
However, today’s dream was different.
That male…
Was he a mere flicker or something more?
I remembered our brief exchange of gazes, the way time seemed to stretch, the heightened sense of awareness.
Flickers, by their nature, were transient.
But this felt… enduring.
And when he spoke, I shivered.
Although I had heard flickers speak before, it had always been a grunt or an expletive.
It had never been a fully formed question before!
Determined to find answers, I closed my eyes, willing myself back into the dreamworld.
My senses heightened as I navigated the familiar pathways, my footsteps soundless on the shimmering floor.
The dreamworld Prize Pool was both a reflection of reality and an entity of its own, an amalgamation of memories and wishes.
The environment was notably absent of the male.
Disappointment tinged my senses — the cooling touch of the dreamworld’s air against my skin, the faint murmurs of distant dreams resonating like far-off whispers, the peculiar emptiness, the indescribable essence of the void.
I sat down, my mind racing.
If he was indeed real, why was he in the dreamworld now?
Was he just a figment of my imagination, a creation of my lonely heart’s desire for a kindred spirit?
Doubt began to creep in, dulling the colors around me, casting a haze over my senses.
Suddenly, I heard a soft rustle, like silk sliding against silk.
Turning swiftly, I saw a small bird with iridescent feathers, its eyes gleaming with intelligence.
The bird landed on my shoulder, chirping a soft, melodic tune.
It was a dreamworld creation, birthed from my subconscious.
I took a moment to stroke the bird’s soft feathers, taking comfort from its presence.
