The Dream

You are dreaming…

Darkness. A heavy cloak is upon you. You feel its weight as it wraps around your body. You try to move, pressing against the weighty substance that surrounds you. It twists and turns with your movements, but it will not let you go. Then the slow, deliberate sound of muffled laughter comes to you. It mocks you in your entrapment. You feel a tiny wet splash as a droplet of something warm touches your forehead. Another assaults you, and another, until the retched ooze creeps down your face. You are afraid to breathe for fear of getting the stuff in your mouth. It passes your lips and you smell the unmistakable charnel stench of blood. The cloak about you begins to churn and undulate. Slowly it resolves itself and you realize that it has become a living, teeming coat of flies. You shudder, and the flies leave you, but one by one return, enveloping you in the swarm. You want to cry out, but dare not risk opening your mouth. Blinking your eyes, you look for a way out, but there is no escape. Your skin crawls, but you cannot scream. Then… there is a light. It is more of a sense than a sight. A weight lifts from you and you are alone. Your eyelids part and there is a flare in the darkness. A tiny pinpoint of brightness approaches you. It sways and glides as it moves toward you. You think you should run, but something stays your actions. You are fascinated by the radiance. There is a shape in the light, or perhaps behind it. Yes, you can see now the outline of a face. A beautiful woman slowly advances toward you, led by the now impossibly bright silver light. The silent beauty, clothed in a fine gown worthy of the highest of nobles, holds a rod or a scepter tipped in a warming glow. Wordlessly, she approaches, her eyes full of questions as she regards you. After a moment, she nods, a faint smile creasing her lips. She reaches to you with her free hand and her eyes beckon you to look down at it. Her palm opens to reveal a scroll that was not there only a moment ago. The parchment is bound by a golden ring into which is set the largest emerald you have ever seen. Your eyes meet hers as she places the gift into your hand. Her smile broadens, but her form seems to twist and stretch as she begins to fade from your sight like mist off a dew-soaked meadow. In a swirling wisp of breath, she is gone and your gaze falls to the letter she has given you. You reach for the ring, but it will not slide from the scroll. Your frustration grows as you strain with the effort to remove the ring. You must read the letter. You know it is important, but you can’t get to it. You must know what it says. You must. There must be a way to read it. You have to know its secrets! But how? How can you read it? There must be a way…

You are awake!

The Dream

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