Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Maea's dreams were full of darkness. Of shadows crawling, of winding stairs leading down into the underground, of walls closing in and air stealing from her breath. It was a lonely, awful place where people walked away from her, and when she tried to reach for their turned backs, they disappeared.
Somehow though, from somewhere, a melody reached her. Simple and soothing, it made the dark feel less terrifying. Less suffocating. And when she reached for the next disappearing back... her fingers caught on to it. They didn't go away.
Gradually, Maea's fretting subsided. She didn't wake from the song or the gentle touch, but something in her expression eased. Smoothed away the fear, and evened out her breaths. Turning in her sleep, she inched closer, subconsciously reaching and arm for this source of comfort... and she settled, with a soft sigh.
Somehow though, from somewhere, a melody reached her. Simple and soothing, it made the dark feel less terrifying. Less suffocating. And when she reached for the next disappearing back... her fingers caught on to it. They didn't go away.
Gradually, Maea's fretting subsided. She didn't wake from the song or the gentle touch, but something in her expression eased. Smoothed away the fear, and evened out her breaths. Turning in her sleep, she inched closer, subconsciously reaching and arm for this source of comfort... and she settled, with a soft sigh.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
