Was it a dream or a nightmare? Ciruthdyl couldn't tell. Part of it was comforting, but the other half.. was ghastly. She paced the rented room. After waking up for the fourth time that night. She had the same dream, over and over again. It seemed to last for a century.
The dream always began with a woman, that carried an appearance close to her own. She was laughing and the laughter was sweet. Then a man came and joined her in the open field that they stood upon. He had light brown hair and a kind face. The rest of his features she could not remember, by the time she awoke screaming. She tried not to dwell on who she thought the couple could be. It would only break her hear. Their hands would join together and they would take a moment to smile at one another. Then the ground beneath them would split and the couple would go plummeting down into the abyss below.
