A Soul Dreamt In Ruins

I was never one to believe in dreams.
I never remembered them.
To me, they were baseless-pointless-merely illusions, you see.

But I soon realized, that I only ever thought so, because I always forgot them before I even remembered them.

I always forgot my dreams even while I was in one.

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Three dreams. Three Lives. One Dreamer.

Hazen was different.

In a world of witches, she was born a twin-but only by accident.
A child who stole strength in the womb.
Her limbs brimmed with power,
while her sister's heart beat too faintly.

Rina, the beloved twin, healed with the touch of her fingers,
breathed life into herbs with the songs in her throat-
but she was always too soft.
Too fragile.

And when the world silently wished her stronger,
Hazen did what they all hoped.

She gave it all back.

Yet, as the days rolled on, as her fate crept closer,
Hazen asked for just one miracle of her own.

She wished to dream.

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Cover by me.