Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
──•~❉᯽❉~•──
FEELING OF NUMBNESS SEEPING INTO THE SEVERITY OF THE WOUNDS OPENED A GLIMPSE OF WHAT WOULD BE KNOWN AS PEACE. Capturing a source of torment from further scaring the innocent mind of the cruel intentions of those who cause destruction and affliction. As for Dylan, saving what was left was her peace. However, the traumatic night would change how she viewed certain situations, forcing her to accept the new reality she would now live in.
It was not the ideal way of coming to terms with it, but it opened her eyes more, preparing her to know what to expect. Tranquility best served her that night, so freeing with the lace of serenity nearby.
Once her eyes closed, she found herself in nothing but what seemed like a distant memory solely replaying in her head. A familiar smell lingered in the air, where she would always be, somewhere freeing, somewhere protected.
She describes warm sand as faint, soft, gentle grinds touching the bottom pads of her bare feet. Roars of waves crash against the shoreline. The ocean looks bluer, clearer, and dreamier—the blaring sun rays glisten down on the surface, shining a glow of white. The sun's heat pecks the paleness of her skin as she hesitantly takes steps to the invisible pull, stringing her where she sees a figure standing.
Heavy sea salt air brushed against her frame, damping strands of hair sticking to her forehead. Beads of sweat formed on her nose and expanded across the tops of her rosy cheeks, acting as freckles. Everything felt so tangible, like this occurred before, with many layers of undertones.
The closer she drew herself, the more the figure became defined but hard to distinguish. Dylan's brow dug a slight crease, not understanding the meaning of this notion. As the hazy vision became clear, Dylan's eyes widened, and a bemused smile slowly stretched on her lips. The person's appearance seemed different, peculiar even, but comforting.
Though the person standing before her grinned back, their presence was soothing, washing away all worries. Dark brown eyes warmly gazed down at her, with short black hair flowing against the singing wind. Their hand reached for hers, lingering in the air momentarily as her eyes flickered between their face and hands.
Dylan reluctantly moves her hand to touch theirs before it intertwines. A short second later, another figure comes up from behind the person. Her blue eyes move over, and she sees them standing before her, their irises aiming straight back at her.
The Swan girl's face narrows at the woman who is the same height as her. She looks outwardly beautiful, her eyes holding mixtures of colors, her skin smooth and soft, with a radiant touch of faint blue shimmering off her form. Light brown hair hangs loosely as the wind grows stronger. Her features withheld delicacy and determination—a paler complexion at the same time, more human-like, which enthralls Dylan in utter confusion.
The familiar feeling loomed over her once again, messing with her mind as she tried to figure out if the vivid dream was real. However, standing before them felt comforting and warm, and Dylan was in harmony.
