{Sione} And am I wrong to worship where Faith cannot doubt, nor hope despair

[damask_wings]

She dreamed for so long, the three voices moving through her as one at times, separate at others. She could hear three; a male, a female, and... something neither. And yet she knew inherently who each one was speaking through her, their tones all so familiar, so... conversational with her for who they were.

Gwydion... Danu... and the Dreaming...

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[technoir]

you remind me of this.

Then all the charm
Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair
Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread,
And each mis-shape the other. Stay awile,
Poor youth! who scarcely dar'st lift up thine eyes--
The stream will soon renew its smoothness, soon
The visions will return! And lo, he stays,
And soon the fragments dim of lovely forms
Come trembling back, unite, and now once more
The pool becomes a mirror.