The Dream Where I Knew Everything

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The Dream Where I Knew Everything

Last night I was in a library with no walls. Books hovered a few feet off the ground, moving slow like they were drifting in warm water. None of them had titles but I still knew what each one was about. Not from reading. Just from being near them.

I wasn't looking for anything. I was just there.

Someone with the face of a sunflower gave me a cup filled with sand. I drank it without thinking. It tasted like wind and old paper. He didn’t speak. Just nodded toward a hallway shaped like a question. I followed it.

At the end was a room full of clocks. None of them made a sound. One had a bird’s nest inside. Another was leaking wax. I touched the one that had no hands and it felt like a heartbeat under my palm.

That was when I understood.

Not like an answer shouted across a field. More like a memory that finally came back. It was soft and full. It didn’t explain itself. It just stayed.

I woke up with my eyes open. Quiet. Still carrying it.

I can’t put what I learned into words. But it’s there. And I know it now. That’s enough.

Drakovi Bloodrose 

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