It was a beautiful thing. To dream outside The Dream.
No
obtrusive feelings, emotions, and memories.
Instead, she
dwelled in a glen. A haven, humming with the peaceful balance of life
and death. A world entirely her own, with no expectations of an
invasive mother or meddling siblings.
One day, she promised
herself, she would build and rule this utopia. This corner of Tyria
that belonged to no Dream but her own.
This paradise.
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