The days are long, and the nights are short, but still sleep comes for everyone.
For the Darkling Queen, held within an Artist’s arms, Desire stoked, and ignited higher with ever painted stroke.
For the Aspirant Queen, heart like a hummingbird would They find her now as she dims her perceptions and lay defenceless…?
For the Foreign Deviless, who regret hangs heavy upon her heart, would she find her atonement within the borders of a city so far from home…?
Questions and matters best left for the Waking world, for they are Lost and within their Dreams they each are Queens…
….and yet, upon the gossamer edges of memory, of thought and imagining is a hush, a chill. A rip a tear and divide between dreaming,
A klaxon call - no, a call to arms!
Will these Dreamers heed it?
Please describe your character's Dream Lucifer Cayce Ingrid Yumyumcrow Penance AwakeOrangutang and their reaction to the call