The Rejected Bride
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— Rumi
Chapter 38
I Dreamt That I Was Floating—But This Time, Not on Water
I was suspended in the vastness of space, weightless, drifting through a cosmos of endless wonders. Around me, galaxies stretched like glowing rivers, and constellations shimmered like celestial chandeliers. The darkness was not empty but alive, humming with the energy of the stars. I reached out, and my fingertips brushed against the shimmering dust of a nebula, soft as silk.
It felt peaceful. Limitless. As if I had become one with the universe itself.
Then, I felt a shift—a tug, an unseen force pulling me downward. The weightlessness faded, replaced by the sensation of falling. Stars blurred past me, streaking lik