.waxing.crescent. dream journal

[lumenrelegandus]

[text: -handwritten. Using Forge as tablet and wand as stylus. Handwriting, scrawled, is an echo from what's gone, semi-translatable glyphs of an inaccessible land: he's still half-asleep. But tries to capture that last clinging moment of a dream]

of the dawn from ^come the dawn
they float away
breathe again
float away
the Door opens again someday

Comments

[Video]

[cursedtobe]

I heard that song. [ Well. Technically she doesn't KNOW it, but she heard it in her dream. And then woke up scrubbing her skin raw because she thought the blood was still on her. ]

[Video]

[cursedtobe]

... I have a ... friend in this place. [ The only one she ever admits to - everyone else she's too wary off to call friend yet. ] He ... he's been invaluable to helping me adjust to this place. [ He found her a bigger cag--er, home to stay in. ]

Does your friend want to return? I'm not sure ... everyone has said there is no way to go back. [ Another small pause. ] Why won't you go back to your home if you had the chance?

[Video]

[lumenrelegandus]

[with the same intense depth, and specificity, as his sorry:] I'm very glad you have such a friend.

She does want to, but she's also realistic-and very smart, enough to know that the best thing to do right now is make the most of the situation in this world.

[why won't he… decides to leave it at:] My family is dead. [which is especially true when including himself in the unit]

[Video]

[cursedtobe]

I suppose... I guess a lot of people think that way as well. The ones who don't want to go home.

[ She's taken aback by that, and a soft noise, as genuine and heartfelt as his words. ]

I'm sorry.

[Video]

[lumenrelegandus]

[earnest in kind-and with a smile]

Thank you.