SLEEPING BEAUTIES: DREAM LOG

[yourkeepers]

Bewitched by the thorn's touch, you have been ensnared in the deepest of sleep. Fortunately for you, the world of Faerie doesn't end with the waking.

The world of your dreams is brighter now, more clear than you've ever witnessed it. You've been it before, you think, there fragments of yourself become reality. But now you are somehow more lucid in its presence, and it's more real - something you can reach out and touch.

You find yourself in this world, and you are not alone. Your dreams and those of other join at the edges, pulling into each other along similar threads.

And you are watched by something even greater.

Comments

[chromaticscale]

"I'm sure I can manage!" She floats, a little awkwardly. Does that mean she should say goodbye? She doesn't really want to leave yet.

[intothehedge]

Apparently she means it the other way around. Because a few moments later, the woman seems to have simply vanished from existence.

[chromaticscale]

Well then. Not much she can do about that. She considers the ruby in her palm again, then shrugs it off, and goes back to playing with the fish, hoping the girl will be okay. There's not much she can do but she's sure it'll all work itself out.