Hattie:
The steady hum of the car’s engine combined with the gentle rhythm of tires against the road lulled me into a fitful sleep. My head rested against the cool glass of the window, eyes fluttering closed, my body heavy with exhaustion and grief.
In the darkness of my dream, the air shifted gently, cool yet comforting, carrying the scent of wild flowers and moonlit water. I stood barefoot upon a field blanketed with silvery grass, glistening gently, rippling softly beneath an endless, star-studded sky. The quiet burble of a nearby stream trickled into my awareness, grounding me in the dream’s gentle tranquility.
As I turned slowly, taking in my surroundings, the figure of a woman appeared by the stream, her graceful form bathed in gentle moonlight. Her silvery hair cascaded around he
