The White Place
POV: Diana
The dream began in silence.
A soft humming silence that didn’t feel empty it felt alive.
I stood barefoot on a field of glowing light. Not grass. Not stone. Just an endless canvas of white and gold beneath me pulsing like the inside of a heartbeat.
Clouds floated not above but around. Brushing past me like curious birds each one trailing thin threads of song I couldn’t quite hear.
It was warm. Gentle. Like the softest lullaby whispered from somewhere behind my bones.
And then I heard it.
Laughter.
A child’s laughter.
High and light skipping across the field like sunshine.
I turn, ed squinting into the brightness to the edges of that sacred hush.
Far off two small figures danced in circles. One of them glowed faintly red the flicker of a spark trailing
