His voice is the sweetest dream. Reminding me of Beltane celebrations. Luke O'Brien's joyful musings were warm. Like bonfires signifying summer's approach. They conjure up visions of wild forests and flourishing fields. Of the sun dancing against one's skin. I'd never had the privilege of gazing upon Luke's undoubtedly impressive visage. It was a miracle unto itself that I could hear the kindergarten teacher during my slumber. The duration of my enchanted sleep eluded me. It felt like mere moments had passed and yet, I knew centuries had likely elapsed. Long enough for Samhain to transform from a sacred occasion heralding the beginning of winter and weakening of the veil separating the realm of mortals and the Otherworld to Halloween. A time for children to run amok. Disguised as anything but themselves as adults indulged them with an endless array of sweets.
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