It entered not by foot, but by silence.
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The fire dimmed, not from cold—but reverence.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpj0xqtMXsI
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.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjRxVa0YcEy
The wish made by something that had never had a name.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKAXFTOY42L
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.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyWcXbSIdp8
A garden made of bone and hope.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDMLNh4zwso
A city folded beneath a sea of teeth.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYccQKSXadL
The first time someone looked at a sky and believed it meant something.
I brewed anyway.
Something small.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUdaLdjJK1X
Woven from pauseflower and nightmilk.69Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6K2KY5QD6M
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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