ed her home. The scent of wildflowers hung in the air, a fragrant reminder of the world beyond her sanctuary. Her gaze was
lined with books on dreams and the human mind stood against the walls, a testament to her solitary pursuit. A single, plush armchair faced a larg
ons, memories, and fears. And she, by some twist of fate, was a Dreamwalker, gifted with the extraordinary ability
ea of delving into the innermost thoughts and fears of strangers terrified her. She had learn
years on the periphery of other people's dreams, peering into their subconscious minds without fully stepping
the grove. Soriah closed her eyes and took a deep breath, su
earth. She wore a simple white gown that billowed around her as she moved. Her long, ebony hai
ing at her, welcoming her. Her heart quickened with anticipation and fear, for she kn
it until it matched the rhythm of a dreamer in the midst of slumber. Her senses sharpened, and sh
she was surrounded by a surreal landscape. Colors danced and swirled, and the world around her seemed to be in c
s a brilliant shade of cerulean. In the distance, she could see a figure, a solitary dreamer lost in thei
illed with sorrow and longing. Soriah could feel the weight of the dreamer's emotions a
ion. Soriah felt a surge of empathy, an overwhelming desire to he
u?" the dre
voice carrying the weight of h
with tears, and she nodded. "
to navigate the dream, seeking answers, healing wounds,
Soriah knew that her journey of self-discovery had truly begun. She had cr