Notes to Myself - Interlude: A Dream’s Whisper
She sleeps so peacefully. She always does—knees tucked in, head curled toward them, thumb nestled inside her closed fist, wrapped tightly in her blanket like a cocoon.
But the time has come to wake her. And what better way to start than with a little dream?
What year is it—2020? For her, it’s been fifteen years; for me, just fifteen minutes.
The universe you live in isn’t the only one. You’ve come to accept this, haven’t you? No objections, I trust, now that you sense it through energy, air, water, stone, auras, planetary cycles, retrogrades, and all those things you feel but can’t quite name. The universe has seven layers, each a distinct cosmic realm. We’ll get to that later.
It hasn’t been long since that car accident, has it? She’ll need to get a new car soon. No way she’s putting off driving just because of a crash. She’s on her own, with no public transport and no one else to rely on.
Didn’t she stand alone under the rain that day, stranded after the wreck? A car’s not optional—it’s a must.
Where’s her diary? That desk is a mess, just like her journal. You can’t make sense of that thing as it is. But I’ll make it clear. In this series, you’ll hear Zeytuni’s story through me. Hold on, though—let me watch her a bit longer before we dive in.
Oh, by the way, let’s get acquainted. I’m Queen Salina!
Footnote: To all enemies, take note: this is a book-blog character. Don’t get too excited—there’s no delusional dreamer standing before you. :)
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