MayaI knew immediately that this was not Draken’s dream.There was no candlelight, no cold galleries, no perfectly arranged flowers, and no evidence of a man who had spent centuries shaping his world into something that obeyed his every preference.This place had not been arranged by anyone. It simply existed, the way grief existed without design or permission, settling into the spaces people left unguarded until it became impossible to distinguish the pain from the person carrying it. I stood at the edge of a forest and stared into its depths.Every tree was dead.Not fallen. Not rotten. Dead.They stood upright, stripped of everything that made them living things. There were no leaves, no bark, only pale wood exposed beneath, resembling bones left to bleach beneath an unforgiving sky. They stretched as far as I could see, row after row of lifeless trunks, silent, grey, and utterly still. Above them, the sky was the colour of old ash.I had walked through several dreamspaces, and ea
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