Raine isn’t sure what to say or not say. Instead she starts to speak as the warm orange glow of the fire begins to spread.
“For as long as I can remember, I’ve had nightmares. Most of the time they’re glimpses into a past I can’t remember. Voices, a landscape, unlike this one, but certainly desolate,” she pauses, feeling the weight of his stare on her. It’s as if he’s trying to look through her instead of listening. Maybe it’s a way to deflect it, they are dreams after all.
Raine knows she sounds weird for even bringing it up, but what’s the truth of this place without the truth of her life? Raine steadies herself once more and continues, “I can feel more than I see... and there’s a constant need to run, it’s the theme of all of them. I don’t know this place, but I have a strange feelin
