Larksong Grotto Imaginary hands folding over you

relax. home. reverie.
lestan faded; he tried to hang on, to focus the face of his savior. to memorize it.
but he was weak.
this time, however, there were only watercolor dreams and he breathed easily once more, no longer so tormented.
the doe opened her eyes behind the vision of his mind and communed with lestan.