[Rhea P.O.V.]
The dream began as they often did. Not a sound, but a feeling, a tug in the depths of my consciousness that pulled me toward something I couldn’t name. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and snow, though I couldn’t recall how I’d gotten here. The forest was silent, the kind of silence that feels alive, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath. My feet crunched through the snow, each step a deliberate movement toward… something. Or someone.
I didn’t know where I was going, but my body seemed to. The baby doll negligee that I wore to sleep shades of blue, swirled around my thighs as I walked. My breath clouded in front of me, but I wasn’t cold. Not really. There was a warmth in my chest, a low hum of anticipation that grew with every step.
And then I s
