Selene POV
The world of dreams is not so different from the world of the waking, though few understand it. It pulses with the same magic, the same currents of life and power, but here, the boundaries between time and space, between what is possible and what is not, blur into a fluid, shifting landscape.
It is in this place that I find her.
Faith lies curled beneath the weight of her sorrow, her body trembling with the remnants of her tears. The ache in her chest is palpable, a deep, resonating pain that echoes through the dreamscape like a distant storm, heavy and foreboding. I can feel the magic stirring inside her even now, raw and untamed, waiting for her to embrace it fully, to accept what she is meant to become.
But she is lost.
I step closer, the soft rustle of my gown the only
