Chapter 29: A Waking Dream

'Nostre marquestras quid nostre souhaitras ad refletre.'

We record what we wish to reflect.

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As the lunest and solest exchange places in the sky, one matter is certain- dreams are difficult to understand. Kiora tosses around in her bed at the Shik-Castellis. The young Daemik is fixed betwixt sleep and wakefulness. Again, a voice carries within her mind.

"You want to go back into the land," she repeats. Kiora speaks drowsily. "Where you are fat and full of purpose."

A strong breeze bursts into her room. The curtains are caught in a fierce gale. The crimson fabric knocks a mirror off of an oak desk. Glass shatters and startles the dreaming Daemik awake.

"Hmm?" Kiora yawns. She wipes the drool off of her cheek. "Twilicht already?"

A black tail lazily pats the mattress. Each 'thud' pulls Kiora out of dreamscape. She tosses the blankets aside and rises to her feet. As Kiora stretches her back, she recalls her vision.