Chapter Eight
EnthralledThe gentle flakes of snow fell to rest upon her flesh, neither melting nor altering in response to her presence upon the snow-laden hills. She had long lost track of whether she was in her own dreamscape or that of another person. She knew the intricacies of this world, and had bestowed upon herself the rune of boundaries, granting her accessibility to all of the dreamers' realm. She knew its dangers, and had unlocked many of its secrets in her years of wandering the ever-changing land.
She found the snow comforting, its silence was the closest to the peace of death she could embrace. Its cold touch chilled her flesh. But here there was no fear of exposure. Elly had cause to wonder if she should fear death at all.
“You're back again.” The sound of a determined g
