It entered not by foot, but by silence.
The door never opened.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWD1psyFcHY
The fire dimmed, not from cold—but reverence.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzGL2r7UogQ
The glass behind the bar reflected no one.
And yet—it was here.
No shape. No shadow. Only the overwhelming feeling of something remembering me before I was ever poured into form.
It did not sit. It did not speak. But something pressed against the room, as if all the air had taken on the weight of sleep.
I knew what it was before I even thought to ask.
The Oldest Dream.
Older than light, older than stars.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ312RXzB4pk
The wish made by something that had never had a name.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdHpNvZrpWc
A longing so ancient it became a presence.
It brought no gift. It asked for no drink.
Instead, it exhaled across the bar—and the bottles flickered with memories that were not mine.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg7pF6ZsMjV
A garden made of bone and hope.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsQrfXaq37v
A city folded beneath a sea of teeth.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlkcUbm1Evq
The first time someone looked at a sky and believed it meant something.
I brewed anyway.
Something small.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKIZOvdMH4D
Woven from pauseflower and nightmilk.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ15u7otfZ9X
Infused not with heat, but hush.
I poured it into a mug that had waited all these years for exactly this.
The Dream did not drink. But the steam rose, curled upward, and vanished—like a promise kept before it was even made.
And then, without motion, it was gone.
The tavern stood still for hours afterward.
And in the firelight, I swear—I saw myself asleep, dreaming, somewhere far before the beginning.
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