The ethereal fog is blooming around the woman’s feet, her dark skin taking on a soft glow in the glittering space between consciousness and being awake.
She has been here before. Plenty of times. She usually welcomes these dreams, but this one feels different. This feels ominous in a sense. It feels like a warning is coming. Building in the woman right now is the aching pulse you get in your chest when you know something foreboding is about to be revealed, changing the course of your future.
Still, she welcomes the dream. The woman feels giddy, despite the prophetic tingles. She welcomes the one who calls on her, as she always does.
“My daughter,” Reika’s voice echoed.
The woman turns in place, searching for the goddess until she finally reveals herself.
The goddess steps out of
