The dream begins as a flash of wild panic in the darkness.
I’m running through a gloomy midnight forest, a pack of hungry wolves at my back.
I hear them howling, feel the hot spray of their saliva as they nip at my heels, snarling and furious, but always, I am just a single step ahead.
If I slow down, even for a moment, they will devour me, ripping me apart in their ravenous jaws.
The night-cloaked trees cluster around me like the walls of a shadowy maze, but I won’t get lost, and nothing will slow me down.
I have to outrun the wolves. I can't die. Not now. Not like this.
My dress, flowing behind me as I run, is made of starlight - shimmering silver shot through with opalescent fire. The locket hanging around my neck is cold and heavy, weighing me down, but still I run.
I glide over
