Yvi

lol what

I keep meaning to write down my dreams because they always seem like they would make such cool stories. But, dude. If this is how I write when I'm still half-dreaming at the time, then I should probably mind a new method of dream-keeping. Or maybe start a new religion.

She knew the myth. A peach-faced Phasuen (Persephone?), sequestered in the darkness, drawn to the after-dwelling and stripped of her oversoul for her own good. Like wearing too many jackets on top of each other, the oversoul, the center soul, the inner soul. Harmonious, when a person is in touch with all three and can keep them in tune—similar to the four humors, etc. Different parts of the human politic at odds with each other unless circumstances let them be. And here she was, leading Phasuen in the form of Heiranye.

Oh, and nakeno fell sideways off a very high ladder. That was upsetting.

ETA: In the dream. Not real life.