OCs Dream Eaters
“And now, standing in the firelight, she felt it again, that ache of belonging, now to perhaps two realms, one she has known all her life, and one she feels she has seen every night in her dreams, both unwilling to let her go.
As if she belongs, in which ever side of the wide frozen wheatfield, surrounded by snow covered pine. Under the warm gradient of molten orange and blue, I see you, in the far distance. Calling my name, with you sweet voice.”
A paragraph from The Jester Arc of Dream Eaters














