It entered not by foot, but by silence.
The door never opened.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj4tMeKOE88
The fire dimmed, not from cold—but reverence.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrjYpUkzua9
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.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLW0wnqMbSr
The wish made by something that had never had a name.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0ve5xqzY4W
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.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl78keMeuti
A garden made of bone and hope.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡykbnRf7T5S
A city folded beneath a sea of teeth.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJAeHWAcY6P
The first time someone looked at a sky and believed it meant something.
I brewed anyway.
Something small.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgO76AyDsrM
Woven from pauseflower and nightmilk.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtxpA7NEUwJ
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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