Zoey woke up in a falling dream… or, at least, she thought it was a dream she’d awoken in, she wasn’t sure… didn’t know how long she’d actually been falling…
… it seemed like a very long time, perhaps… for ever?…
… and, suddenly, she landed. No thud, or jolt, she was just… standing here, not falling, any more… ‘very strange…’ thought Zoey. She noticed a rather grand door, so headed over to it…
… she tapped on it, rather tentatively, with her claws… ‘hello…?’, called the little neko outside the dream-door…
… which swung inward, without a sound…
… as she walked into the tomb-like interior, Zoey thought ‘It’s just as well I’m dreaming, otherwise, I’d be very frightened…’… the passage felt like it had been undisturbed for millennia…
‘oh!’ exclaimed Zoey, when she saw what was inside… she felt an immediate attraction to the winged chair, despite the thorny tentacles that seemed to be guarding it…
… despite herself, the little dreamer timidly stepped closer…
… knowing she had no choice, but to sit on the chair…
… which she did…
… she’s not sure how long ago that was, now…
… seems like forever…
… occasionally she dreams she is falling…
… falling away from this silent tomb.
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