Moonlight Reflections

Prologue

21st May 2014

Dear Diary,

I awoke from the same two distinct dreams that had recurred since my eighteenth birthday. Could they be premonitions signalling the impending arrival of a future event? The details escape me, and the outcome is uncertain. Nevertheless, one thing is sure: I must prepare for their eventual occurrence.

In my inaugural dream, I stand upon a verdant bank, and my gaze lifted to a breach amid the sad grey clouds. The splendid and full moon reigns in the heavens, casting its argent luminescence upon the serene river that flows beneath. Its reflection forges a grey visage upon the river's obsidian expanse, winding towards the distant mountains.

Perched atop a hill, enveloped in shadows, a lone house stands, commanding a view of the river's winding path. Its elevated location offers expansive vistas of the encompassing terrain. This house is a riddle, forsaken and longing for someone to cherish it and consider it their abode. Absent are the signs that hint at habitation, yet it keeps a captivating and enigmatic allure.

The view from the house at twilight is breathtaking; the last rays of sunlight cast a warm, golden glow over the surrounding trees. During the day, I imagine the diverse flora would reveal a magnificent tapestry of colours, with each leaf and flower being a vibrant work of art. Exploring the adjacent woods would be an exhilarating adventure as I ponder the wildlife that might inhabit this area. The constant companionship of a symphony of bird songs and leaves rustling would be enchanting.

I can envision myself living there, basking in solitude and freedom, free from the dictates of others. This house would serve as my sanctuary, a place of peace and reflection where I can rejuvenate my spirit and commune with nature. It stays a figment of my nocturnal musings, recurring annually on my birthday. If only it were tangible—if such a place truly existed—one can hope!

And yet, I find myself contemplating the meaning of this vision, the enigmatic whereabouts of this distinctive abode, and the origins of the stream that meanders by its lone existence, bordered by a congregation of trees.

This recurring vision, laden with an ominous aura, hints at the possibility of becoming a reality. It is simultaneously terrifying and enigmatic, leaving ample room for the imagination. Its exclusive occurrence on birthdays suggests it harbours a more profound significance.

My second vision is quite different: it involves two unfamiliar young children. A boy, who appears to be around ten years old, has chocolate-brown eyes and deep brown hair, while the girl, seemingly his junior, has vibrant blue eyes and black hair. They are playing together. I ponder whether they hold any significance to my dreams. Time, I suppose, will reveal the truth.

I seek clarity on these two unusual dreams, hoping time will reveal their profound and mysterious secrets.

Farewell for now, and thank you for allowing me to express my thoughts, which would otherwise remain unexpressed.

With much love, Rosa.

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Seven years later.

After entering the two-bedroom cottage she rents and calls home, Rosa places her bag and keys on the hall table. She then proceeds to her bedroom, removing her shoes and changing into more comfortable attire after a day's work at the local community hospital. Rosa has been working there as a receptionist and head manager since she was sixteen, starting as a trainee.

She gradually returns to the kitchen and activates the kettle for a warm cup of coffee. Once the coffee is ready, she carries it to the sofa in the lounge and unwinds from a hectic day at work. Having finished her coffee ten minutes later, Rosa then showers to relax and alleviate her body's sore muscles before contemplating dinner options. She opts for a simple meal accompanied by a glass of water. After her meal, she promptly washes up and tidies the area.