Sequoia Coast passionfruit

even as he asked, he knew, for the pain consuming all corners of his flesh said as much.

had they always been alone? had he? even as the woman pressed her reassurances upon him, the dreamer did not fully believe was was real.

an illusion. a pretty one. she fell away in wisps of snow and sunshine, blurring at the edges of his consciousness.

Wolf came.

i gave you my strength. now get up. rise. your journey calls.

he flexed his limbs, struggling suddenly to sit upright with a gritted cry of agony.