Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Aether

I said. “You are dramatic,” Sage replied. Eventually they stood to leave. “Sleep,” Imara ordered. “Yes, boss.” The door shut behind them. The room fell quiet. For the first time since arriving at Aethermoor, I fell asleep almost instantly. --- The sky in the dream was wrong. Yellow-green. Sickly. The field stretched wide and empty under it. Grass bent in slow waves like something breathing beneath the soil. A girl stood at the center. Her back faced me.

So real. His fingers brushed the petals. The flower immediately bloomed. Light spread through the darkness. Not much, just a few feet. Perhaps less. But it was enough to reveal something hidden beneath the stone. Runes. Ancient runes. His eyes narrowed. The symbols had been buried beneath shadow for ages. Now they glowed faintly. As though awakening. As though remembering. One word surfaced from his soul. A divine word. A sacred word. One he had not remembered until now. The translation did not exist anymore. No mortal language possessed it. Aetheris . The closest meaning would be:

The Book of Sundering—untouched for four millennia—bled ink and began to hum. Even the Fates, who once cut destinies like thread, faltered. Their hands shook. Because something had returned that should not have. A flame never meant to walk again. A throne never meant to be claimed again. A name never meant to be remembered. My gaze shifted south—toward the Hollow’s edge, toward scorched roots and the ruin of forgotten gods. I saw it. Not with mortal sight, but with that terrible sense only immortals possess. Aetheria was being rewritten.

The Crown surges again, furious now. This is not permitted. I grit my teeth, blood seeping from my nose. “You don’t get to decide that anymore.” The Reverent reacts. The border shudders violently, sigils flashing like lightning along the seam. For a heartbeat, I think it’s attacking— Then the pressure releases. The dreams. The constant, gnawing weight crushing Midnight’s nights— They vanish. The pack gasps as one. Ethan stiffens, eyes wide. “They’re gone.”

The ethereal nexus, a convergence point of astral energies, beckoned Victoria and Alexander to explore its luminous corridors and unlock the celestial revelations that awaited within. As they approached the ethereal nexus, the luminescent currents intensified, creating a celestial symphony that resonated through the astral expanse. The astral architecture of the nexus was adorned with astral symbols and glyphs, each radiating with the essence of cosmic truths. Victoria and Alexander, custodians of astral enlightenment, felt the harmonious frequencies of the ethereal nexus intertwining with the luminescent unity within their united souls.

Helena's POV Chel couldn't believe it when I told her about my dream which is a continuation of my first dream. "Your dream is unbelievable Helena. Your second dream is a continuation of your first dream? What you are dreaming about is not normal anymore, Helena. Once we don't have a class, I will accompany you to a good faith healer to get rid of the evil spirit following you," Chel's eyes widened after hearing my story.

Everywhere they looked, they saw signs of life in forms both familiar and otherworldly. Lunastra Aetheria, who eventually materialized into a semi-corporeal being, was a presence both ethereal and comforting. Her eyes held the wisdom of eons, and her voice carried the serene cadence of the cosmos. She spoke of the moon's eternal cycle, of the delicate balance between life and death, and of the intricate dance that connected Earth to the celestial realm.

I watched her lay down again and closed her eyes. I sighed, looking around again before laying back down. "Its just a dream" I murmured before closing my eyes. .

How could he miss her when Alethia had assumed the core part of his mind? What scared him about going back inside was that he'd have to sleep for the night--as nature demands after all--but he's been having dreams about Alethia constantly these past few days. And while whatever that transpired in his dream seemed safe, because it was a dream after all, Ethan was starting to feel the effect, like the dreams were pushing for reality and he was starting to lose hold of the shield he'd intentionally welded between both.