꧁•⊹٭𝙰 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜٭⊹•꧂ [Camilo Madrigal]

[III]

Night time arrives as the shapeshifter roll over his bed to find a more comfortable position, but he always ends up feeling restless and wide awake. He can see the moonstone on his side desk, glowing once again and had became his night light.

He let out a tired groan and buried his head in the pillows to avoid the reflections of his family besides himself, staring back at his pathetic state. All he can see is someone else... He cannot see himself in any of the mirrors. He still couldn't shake the feeling of what happened back there in the forest after tiring himself on purpose.

"...My boy, you have awaken the man who feasts your dreams. What you see is what you'll meet. I have led you here, for you are the chosen bridge of her story. And this myth you must seek..."

"He's coming. Find Luciana and bring her back..."

"...Finish her story..."

"She chose you, Camilo..."

"That mix gendered lake is crazy..." he groaned and toss around his king size bed. The reflection... the vision... the demons... the nightmares... Recalling her life gives him the fright. He wanted to help, but what can HE do?! He can barely be any useful in bigger jobs, what more is bringing the dead back to life from hundreds of years ago and actually give her a good ending?! Camillo's gift can't help her.

He can't move mountains...

He can't use vines and flowers to get her cage out of the water...

He doesn't know where she is without hearing everything...

He has no power in controlling the tide of the water to reach her...

He can't last the night forever to find her...

He can't keep the story together...

He can't bring her back if he can't heal anyone...

Ĥ̴̖̹͍̞̯͈̦̪̹̾̉͘̕͝È̶͕͕̥ ̶̡̧̛̛͖̯̣̳͓̖̥̭̙͚̘͉̲̯̣͊̌̿̋͑̇̚͠Ỉ̸̢̥̠̘̩͛͑̽̀́͜͝S̷̢̺̬̣̺̘̟̻̟͎̰͎̕͝͠ ̵̡̨̧̢̛̝̬̼̭͈̭̞̠̜̟͑̑͆̈́̈̇̈́̍̐̎͜P̴̛̖̫̹͗̌̔͑̈́̾̈́̽R̷̢̨̦̙͖̠͠Á̴̡̛̲͚͋̅́̍̒̿́̄͌͝͝C̸̢̛̜͈̯̞̯̰͉͚̳͎̥̥͈̽͌̓̇̀̃͝T̶̛̮̰̘̞͕̤͙̔̓̌͑̋͆́͒̋͛́̚͘͝Į̵͎͈̺͖̝̯͖̣̩̗̺̜̌̿̈́C̸̨̛̤̤̩̠̠͙̗͙͚̪͓̝̻͎͕͛̀͆̍̈́͒̅̅͗̌̎̆͂͜Ã̵̢̢̱͖͓̦̰͙̹̹̖̥͉̤̩͂̎͗̍̀͜L̵̢͓̳̖̤̩͎̮̠̪̰͎̯͚͌̈́́̈́̂̀̀̀͆̿͑͐͘͘͝͝L̴̝͆Ÿ̸̦̦̘́̈́̅͆̑̎́̔͑̋̚ ̷͙̟̙̉̆͑̋̌̃̆̌̍͊̋͋͜Ŭ̴͎̔͊͐̑͛͑̃̿͒́̂͆͂͝͝͠Ś̸̰̫̫̜́̑͋͛̊̐̽E̶̡͚̪͇͇͚̥̫̒̏͘̚Ļ̴̝̮̦̪̠̞͍̲͙͍͓̜̳̬̀́̏̑̚͜͜͠E̶̢̡̢̡̳̟̭̥͕̝̲͎͎̯̜͂̓̉͜ͅS̶̥͖̅͗̅̇̇̏̓͜͠S̵̡̨̜̞̝̤̮͔͙̥̀̀̀̈́͛̔̆̿̎̈́͘ͅͅͅ.̵̻̪͙̺̝̫̗͓̇̀̐̓͑̓̐̄ͅ

As his emotions started to slip from his facade, he suddenly felt a familiar hand ruffling his hair. He knew this touch anywhere, so he didn't bother asking or even looking up. She's been keeping him company ever since his gift puts him in a lot of pressure. She would either hum a song in the air for him to sleep or play with his hair. Maybe even offer him a warm embrace. No words needed.

If you ever feel restless at night, it means that the nightmares are trying to keep you awake to devour your mood...

If you ever feel restless at night, her spirit would be noticeably present to keep your company...