T H E D R E A M
It always starts the same. I’m falling into this… cold, dark abyss. But I’m not worried. I feel strangely calm and safe. I always land on my feet, on this beautiful pink glass. I always know I’m never in any danger because she’s there. I can see her through the fog. But she’s always so far away. So… I run. I run to her. I can always hear her telling me to come to her. And… I try.
And as I start, I can feel the fog growing deeper. I see the dark spot she’s standing on… shrink, almost, like a dilating pupil. I can hear my footsteps plinking across the glass, echoing into the darkness. I call out to her… and she reaches for me. There’s a beautiful smile stretching across her face. Warm and inviting… the only warm thing in that cold, cold place.
Sometimes I almost make it. Other times I'm barely more than a few feet before the glass shatters beneath me and I start falling again. I’m always scared then. Falling, watching her slip away again. She tells me to come find her. That she’s proud. That she wants to see me… and just as she says that I always lose her.
Sometimes I can feel the brush of her fingertips as I reach for her… She’s right there. I can feel it… I know she’s out there. So that’s why I’m here. Why I joined you guys. And if that journey takes me through the Tempest, to this “Winter Witch”, then that’s where I’ll go. Whatever it takes. I’ll find my mother. You don’t have to help me if you don’t want to but… just… don’t try to stop me, okay? This means so much to me. It’s… all I have.
