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Two weeks after I’d arrived in the world of the elves, I saw Celeste in my dreams for the very last time. I didn’t know it then, but when the night was over, she would never send me a dream ever again.
I knew something was off as soon as the scene faded into view. Celeste and her young trainee were both there, standing in that blank, shadowy room that I’d now seen in my dreams about a dozen times. But things were different this time. For one thing, both Celeste and the girl wore fabulously beautiful gowns, a bright violet one for Celeste and a sapphire blue one for the girl. These weren’t just any gowns; the skirts were covered in intricate illustrations. I couldn’t quite make out exactly what these illustrations depicted, but I thought I saw images of witches, animals, and hellish cr
