[ There must be a purpose to this memory, one that reveals the “note”. There is naught to do but begin to walk with her at an aimless pace.
The field is seemingly endless, with stars melting into the sea of flowers at the horizon. Logically it cannot be a limitless realm, for they have not passed through another car, yet here they continue to travel.
Somnus keeps his eyes above and focused upon the stars, not below at the sylleblossoms beneath his feet. If this is indeed a memory and not some sort of vision, then it is from long, long ago…
He scarcely remembers it. Was there someone here, in this field? Or is it only the magnificence of the stars that had been so striking as to ingrain their image into his subconscious? ]
These stars must be different from the ones you know of.
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The field is seemingly endless, with stars melting into the sea of flowers at the horizon. Logically it cannot be a limitless realm, for they have not passed through another car, yet here they continue to travel.
Somnus keeps his eyes above and focused upon the stars, not below at the sylleblossoms beneath his feet. If this is indeed a memory and not some sort of vision, then it is from long, long ago…
He scarcely remembers it. Was there someone here, in this field? Or is it only the magnificence of the stars that had been so striking as to ingrain their image into his subconscious? ]
These stars must be different from the ones you know of.