by Cliffhaven
As you wake, you remember scenes from a different world. Sometimes sand covers your feet. Sometimes forest canopies swallow the sky. Sometimes freezing snow turns the air into shards of glass. You write these moments down before they fade. The images, sounds, and smells arrive warped and half-missing, as dreams always do. Details slip. Names change. Places refuse to stay pinned. But the fragments are not random. Certain faces return. Certain places repeat in the wrong order. A bell rings where no city should stand. You keep recording, hoping the pieces will start to connect and reveal the shape of the world behind them. This is an ongoing collection of short dream-stories, a companion set in the wider world of Soul Font. Read them as fragments. Watch for the patterns.
