The Rejected Bride
Do not be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth."
— 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.