🌌 The Breath of the Limbo
🜂 The wind of Oneiria seemed to whisper that night. Ancient voices drifted between blue veils of mist, as if the realm of dreams itself were breathing through the ruins of its own memory. Oraclia walked alone, cloaked in silence, through a landscape where reality had lost its outline. Each step echoed endlessly, resonating through the unseen watchers — the wandering souls who had no faces.
🌙 Above her, the Moon had fractured into seven suspended shards. Each glowed with a different hue — silver, crimson, cyan, amber… — like mirrors of consciousness. Oraclia knew these fragments were remnants of an ancient pact: the one of the Watchers of Oneiria, guardians of the gateways between dream-worlds and the abysses of remembrance.
👁️ Suddenly, a silhouette emerged from the mist: a child with hollow eyes, holding an inverted hourglass. The sand flowed upward instead of down.
— You came too late, he whispered. The gates close when the last soul forgets its name.
Oraclia met his gaze without fear. Then I shall remember for them, she replied, and her voice made the shadows tremble.
💧 She placed her hand upon the hourglass. Time froze. The souls around her slowly dissolved, like stars sinking into water. In that perfect stillness, she heard a pulse — not her own heartbeat, but that of Oneiria itself, still trying to remember it had once been alive.
🌠 When the flow resumed, the world had changed: ruins now floated in an endless expanse, with no ground or sky, and every stone murmured a forgotten prayer. Oraclia understood the truth — the true passage was not a place, but a state of memory. The wandering souls were not lost; they were merely asleep within the folds of the primordial dream.
🔮 Then she spoke the words once taught to her by the Voice of the Veil:
> “That which was light cannot perish, as long as one consciousness still names it.”
The sky split open, and the lunar fragments aligned in a perfect circle. At its center appeared a shape — a doorway made of living water. Without hesitation, Oraclia stepped through, vanishing into the luminous heartbeat of a reborn universe.
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📖 Mini Dream Dictionary (linked to the story)
🌕 Fractal Moon → Symbol of consciousness fragmentation and the multiplicity of inner realities.
👻 Wandering Souls → Memories of past incarnations seeking reintegration into unity.
⏳ Inverted Hourglass → Reversal of dream-time; a call to ascend toward the source of remembrance.
🕯️ Voice of the Veil → Manifestation of cosmic memory, a messenger between the dreamer and the root world.
🌊 Water Gates → Portals toward spiritual reintegration; thresholds of the ultimate lucid dream.
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