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seed_pilot) wrote2025-02-23 04:13 pm
seed_pilot) wrote2025-02-23 04:13 pm
Unseen Connections
They say that there are ways that souls themselves can be woven together. Connected beyond the normal limitations of meeting and knowing one another. Connected across space, continents apart, something that brings two people together. It’s not unheard of in his world, of course. Nida grew up with his mother and father telling him stories about dashing princes who found their perfect princesses because of a dream connection. Sometimes Dad even whispered stories about how he met Mom because of dreams they shared when they were little.
It’s a really big thing to think of, as a little kid. He’s only six and he’s just started learning more things with his Mom like spelling better and writing things down and doing numbers better, and it feels secret and special. Like an imaginary friend, but you could only get to them sometimes. Once he tells the story to the kids that like to look at the trains when they go into town to shop, and another time at the pet shop.
All he gets is older kids rolling their eyes and calling those baby stories or little kids asking him more. So maybe he shouldn’t bring it up. Apparently not everyone is special enough to know about it. But Nida hopes he’s at least special enough to get one.
There’s nothing special about the day leading up to the first dream. Just another time out in the woods with his father gathering plants for Dad to make pies with while Mom does some cleaning in their cabin. It’s not his birthday, it’s not a holiday, it’s just another day in the spring and when his parents tuck him in and kiss his forehead they whisper the same words they always do.
Goodnight, sweet light. May your dreams guide you to your joy.
A night like any other night, except when he dreams it’s of something entirely different. A place entirely different. A building around him, made of big and shiny stone. It looks like the castle of a bad sorceress, with how dark it is, how shiny, how the small work in the details of the stone are sometimes shaped line bones his dad shows him in the woods.
Now if only he could dream he was a dashing knight. But in a strange burst of logic which is weird in a dream, Nida tells himself that’s impossible. He’s just a little kid. He’s too small to be a knight. So this is a dream. And he gets to explore it.
If only it didn’t feel so lonely.
“Hello?” He calls out, and it sounds like his voice echoes back to him. Which, you know what, coolest sound ever.
“Hello!” He calls again, laughing as he listens to the sound bouncing around. “Boo! She sells seashells by the sea shore! Hoooooot hooot hooooooo!”
All sorts of noises dance around him as he laughs and listens to how they come back to him. Maybe this isn’t a scary place at all. Now if only he knew what it was and why he was here.
It’s a really big thing to think of, as a little kid. He’s only six and he’s just started learning more things with his Mom like spelling better and writing things down and doing numbers better, and it feels secret and special. Like an imaginary friend, but you could only get to them sometimes. Once he tells the story to the kids that like to look at the trains when they go into town to shop, and another time at the pet shop.
All he gets is older kids rolling their eyes and calling those baby stories or little kids asking him more. So maybe he shouldn’t bring it up. Apparently not everyone is special enough to know about it. But Nida hopes he’s at least special enough to get one.
There’s nothing special about the day leading up to the first dream. Just another time out in the woods with his father gathering plants for Dad to make pies with while Mom does some cleaning in their cabin. It’s not his birthday, it’s not a holiday, it’s just another day in the spring and when his parents tuck him in and kiss his forehead they whisper the same words they always do.
Goodnight, sweet light. May your dreams guide you to your joy.
A night like any other night, except when he dreams it’s of something entirely different. A place entirely different. A building around him, made of big and shiny stone. It looks like the castle of a bad sorceress, with how dark it is, how shiny, how the small work in the details of the stone are sometimes shaped line bones his dad shows him in the woods.
Now if only he could dream he was a dashing knight. But in a strange burst of logic which is weird in a dream, Nida tells himself that’s impossible. He’s just a little kid. He’s too small to be a knight. So this is a dream. And he gets to explore it.
If only it didn’t feel so lonely.
“Hello?” He calls out, and it sounds like his voice echoes back to him. Which, you know what, coolest sound ever.
“Hello!” He calls again, laughing as he listens to the sound bouncing around. “Boo! She sells seashells by the sea shore! Hoooooot hooot hooooooo!”
All sorts of noises dance around him as he laughs and listens to how they come back to him. Maybe this isn’t a scary place at all. Now if only he knew what it was and why he was here.