AM I DREAMING?
chapter 42
Elaras pov
The candlelight in my dorm flickered, throwing shadows that stretched too far for such a small flame.
They slowly writhed against the walls, pulling long and thin shadows, like they were arms trying to reach and grab me. I laid awake staring at the ceiling, each blink dragging me deeper into that uneasy space between sleeping and waking up.
The dreams had been coming again.. sharper, heavier. Not vague whispers anymore or mixed illusions, this time they were vivid flashes that left the taste of iron on my tongue.
Some felt real, like memories or flashbacks while others just felt really strange and scary.
This morning, I stood in the North Wing. The stone walls breathed like lungs, expanding and contracting in a rhythm too steady to be normal.
