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“I go to you at night along the road of dreams.”

— Ono No Komachi, excerpt of “My longing for you—”, trans. by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani in The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono No Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan

“You are at Lone Moon. A safe place. I am Stelle LaLune.” Stelle gazed at the mosaic, “You have questions, I take it?”

Stelle kept up her examination of the mosaic, “As a Pierrot, I will be your guide. Oh, thank you for this compliment…. I take this job seriously.”

Prophetic Naps

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This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.

On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.

There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.

Starry starry night 💫

Art Nouveau pendant, 1905.

A Reclining Female Figure - Edward Burne-Jones

"How tragic... The do say the roads to demise are paved with good intentions. I... I can relate." Stelle sighed, "I grew up alone in these halls of dreams. Safe, as no other dreamer could hurt me here. But I never had friends."

Turning to the Duke, "I do not know if another world could accept me, or even see me more than as a ghost in a dream.

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The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

Stelle bowed, Your Majesty, I come from Lone Moon, the land of Prophetic Dreams. It is an honor to share company with you.”

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It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

A physician was quick to arrive and take Soldan to a dark room. Pain relievers were already prescribed, and then a treatment that acted similarly to medicines for allergic reactions, but for magic-related ills.

The reclined chair Soldan would be put into was part of a neutral-sensory chamber, allowing her to be properly sensory deprived.

Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.