My feet dangling—down, down, down—into the crystal-clear ravine of dreams, a beautifully malicious place to be. I wait and wait for a path to show, my future cannot be foretold. Still, I stay, wishing for luck I will not receive.
Wind breaks against slick trees, sliding down into the leaves. Looking up, breathing in, the wind brakes against my skin. Bitter cold, I welcome it. The sky drips like black velvet, down down into the sea. Warm damp moss cups my back as i dream of fairies dancing over my head....
In my minds eye, I see the light. Heavy and strong moving with might. Sizzling with power, growing in colors and size. Overflowing, coming down, power explodes dripping away, down the sides of my brain....