Gina watched from an antique door frame at the subject of her dream. The lights were dimmed low, and a full moon glazed over the stoned path recently drizzled with rain. On the other side of the door frame was the spring sun. Anything was possible in the world of dreams ... anything Gina desired. She was faintly getting used to this now, used to shifting worlds and entering into people's dream all so very easily. It was her precious gift, a boon. Of course it had to be for it came to her as naturally as she breathed in the unearthly air around her.
Her purple pupils widened at the girl in front of her. Her name was Marriott. For the last one week she was tracking this girl's dreams. She dreamt of the impossible and for that Gina loved to poke herself into her dreams and bring about a change in the girl's thinking. Because they both shared the same taste, Gina put into Marriott's dream things all kinds of things she desired and that had somehow gotten into the habit of feeding this mortal more than she could desire. She twisted into the trees her affection, scattered into the air her excitement and watched as Marriott entered into the garden of bliss, always leaving happier than she came.But lately things were getting way out of hand. Gina in her act of generosity, fed Marriott her ultimate work of art; Zirial.
What have I done? she thought. Zirial was the centre to Gina's world of dreams. He was ever present in all of them, taking shape as whatever she imagined. Sometimes he'd be a figure made out of white petals, sometimes a form drenched in damp rain, maybe like a little hollow whisper in her ear or even a part of her. Zirial was a Savior and her only escape when the real world got a little too realistic. Now I can't undo it ...ever. Gina had grown so fond of her creation in the world of dreams that now it hurt to see Zirial dancing with Marriott. Why was that happening? Why did she feel like thrusting her out of her dream and having Zirial all to herself? No think something else ... she couldn't afford to think for merely creating the possibility would mean it coming to life. Dreams were very fragile and Gina hadn't mastered how to handle all her emotions without putting them in the dream. It made her go crazy.
And what more? Gina thought she could just stop entering Marriott's dream and Zirial, a fragment of her imagination would fade away too. Little did she know the rules and laws that governed the world of dreams. Marriott had seen him, been with him long enough that now he belonged to her imaginary world. Not mine. We share Zirial. Gina's emotions burst out that minute and she took a step down the stoned pathway. The wetness dried over her steps and yet Marriott was held in Zirial's rain form. He took her hand and invited her into the marble fountain, dancing again.
Stop. She thought. The air stood still.
Stop right now! The sun shattered into a million pieces behind her and so did the door frame decay into time.
No more! Gina put up her hands and everything changed. A little too much. It was obvious that she did not understand the laws of a world shifter.... she just broke one.
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