It’s not often that I dream anymore. Nights often pass sleepless for me, but when I do find rest, nightmares plague me.
Except tonight.
Tonight I found myself on a great metal platform, high above what appeared to be a landscape of fire.
Windblown ash teases the edge of my cloak, whispering promises already broken.
Silently I watch the cascades of molten sorrows ebb and flow around me, the heat not affecting me in the least, that is, until a voice breaks the silence.
“You ruined everything.”
Finding myself not alone in this smoldering world, I turn. Before me I see a pale figure, like a specter risen from the cinders of my heart. Though of humble stature, his blue eyes burn, moreso than any ember from below.
Unable to escape that soul-searing gaze, I swallow thickly, before the figure comes near, his hair flickering with the amber light of the flames that surround us.
“Why?”
The young one now questions, now merely feet away. Now I am able to see beyond the