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Somewhere dark, somewhere quiet; a snippet of solitude to clutch under the storm Everett had stirred. It was shadows and silence, until the voice; cracking through, golden light, soft yet falling like thunder. She knew that voice. She knew she was not alone.
Ophelia...
Rose? Truly? She blinked and the world was alight. Gilded. All sunlight-spun and yellow gleaming, hazy, grass swaying under a sweet-scented breeze. And Rose; how long since she spoke with her last, like this? In dreams and in memories, in the safety of her mind. Too long, and she found the promise of life too beautiful to turn back now; the world, all the people in it and the things to see and the mysteries and wonders, she loved all of it as much as she feared it. As much as she loved Rose. Her bright beautiful sister, who for so long comforted her even in death. Who even now reached for her.
Reverie could only close her eyes again and retreat back to that dark place. Rose was dead, and so was Ophelia, and it was time to let go. She didn't want it anymore. She knew what she wanted. Whatever Everett did, whatever he said, it did not reach her. Somewhere far away, in the self-contained solitude of her own mind, Reverie was dancing — and the light under her feet chased all of the shadows away.