Naaghai Lowlands los condores

dreaming. a dreaming. silvertongue had never envisioned herself whole before, but in this awareness she lay and in her mind she built a cascading reality where she had never suffered anything so horrendous. where she was wife and mother. where when she turned her head to look up, it was a loving face which greeted her. tears gathered behind eyes which could not weep them. but it was beautiful, and for a moment she was also.