Which is the true nightmare...
Skin the silk of white rose petals, one would find a dreamers sight. A teraphim child, roughly the height of 5'8''. One could mistake them for being lost in all aspects. Recently awakened one could never truly know what lies beyond.
The horrific dream that you have in your sleep?
Crestfallen hair, one that matched the aura about him. A calmness that inspired a steady creativity akin to a playful dance. Brilliance awakened for the betterment of others. To weave his own path from that of the Weaver's Enclave, the silk was spinning. And soon? A patchwork of webs would be born.
Or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?
Skin the silk of white rose petals, one would find a dreamers sight. A teraphim child, roughly the height of 5'8''. One could mistake them for being lost in all aspects. Recently awakened one could never truly know what lies beyond.
The horrific dream that you have in your sleep?
Crestfallen hair, one that matched the aura about him. A calmness that inspired a steady creativity akin to a playful dance. Brilliance awakened for the betterment of others. To weave his own path from that of the Weaver's Enclave, the silk was spinning. And soon? A patchwork of webs would be born.
Or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?
