Jem hadn’t meant to, but he had drifted off and, in his sleep, had a dream as one did. Although the moon goddess wasn’t present, someone else was. He couldn’t see them, but he heard them.
A voice.
Neither masculine nor feminine.
He followed their voice down some paths, and although the sun shone down, he didn’t feel its heat. The voice had led him to a cave. The singer had urged him to go inside, but he looked around before he did. He was trying to find anything that could hint at where this place was or even which cave to go into because, judging from his surroundings, there were caves all over. He spotted flowers, and he knew those flowers. They were Grey’s favourite. They were hyacinths.
Jem slowly walked in; the cave was dark, and when he complained about how dark it was and that
