Dreams be the speech of thy soul. Listen.
Quiet and distant at first I felt. I stare out into the sweet and soothing sound of the seas. Each wave break and fall in peace, and of mild temper. Though be it the longer I watch on, the heavier and more violent the force of each wave becomes. The waves of calm and serene were coming to life. They were fierce and haunting. They begin to race towards me. They were in hunt, and I was their prey. Dark and dire, they tried to engulf me. I fought back kicking and screaming, only to find myself running upon the sand. Fear was the only thought I retain.
What was once only a dance of the ocean; had now turned into figures of cruel and terrifying shadows. They howled in horror and dread. It was though my feet would not move fast enough. I stumble time and time again. The ghastly figures are closing in on me; their horrifying screams becoming louder and more intense. Then below my feet, I am no longer standing upon the sandy shores. I am now standing upon a black and hardened pavement. I look up, only to come face to face with metal. I’m hit! I can hear screams and screeches, horns, and voices of shout. And then it goes black. But it doesn’t end there.
All of a sudden I’m above myself. I look down upon my now broken body in absolute terror. However, it’s not me! It’s…
Corozon gasped like it was her last breath. A slight scream tried to escape as her deep brown eyes awoke with sharpened stir. She screamed, “Tatiana!” Tears were then rolling down her trembling cheeks, as she come to realize that she had awoken from yet another nightmare. The very same one she had dreamt every night for the past week since Tatiana’s disappearance.
Within each night passed, Corozon had roused from sleep in sweat. Tears were always marked, and a feeling of fear and anxious unknowing wound so tight within, that it would not take long for the nauseous feeling to arise.
Malaika knew not how to comfort her, other than to hold her in his ardent embrace. He had tried to reassure her the first so many nights with words. Though he soon came to understand, that for Corozon, these moments were best left unsaid, allowing her to come to terms with the visions and emotions on her own.
Corozon knew within her very depths that there was truth to be found in the nightmares. To what extent – she was unsure.
What she was also unaware of was that Tatiana was dreaming the exact same dream, at the exact same time. For Tatiana, however, her dream was not only a dream; it was a memory. It was a replay of thy events that brought her to where she now lay.
It was a replay of events that would persist like that of a broken record. One in which Corozon would rather have her shut down. If only she knew how, what, where, and why.
However, the nightmares would continue, for it was Tatiana’s soul screaming for help.
She lay in a state of unconsciousness upon thy earthly plains. She was attached to cords and monitors, unable to respond to the outside world. So if Tatiana could not speak her truths, then her soul would speak of thy truths for her; forever in know, of where it be she most certainly belong.
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