KATHARINA
I’ve been dreaming lately.
Intermittent at first, then frequent.
Not the fragmented old, dusty memories that occasionally surface when eternity grows dull, but something else entirely.
There were of a man.
A man I could swear I’ve never met.
Never known. Not even an idea whether he was human or something else entirely.
Yet from the very beginning, I was certain of one thing—
He was alive.
Living.
Existing somewhere beyond the boundaries of this forest, somewhere in the outside world I had long since abandoned.
His face was always blurred, as were his surroundings. The voices around him were indistinct as well, the details deliberately obscured. As though something unseen barred me from prying too deeply. As though forcing my attention onto him alone.
And only him.
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