It entered not by foot, but by silence.
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The fire dimmed, not from cold—but reverence.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfa48SIvVfi
The glass behind the bar reflected no one.
And yet—it was here.
No shape. No shadow. Only the overwhelming feeling of something remembering me before I was ever poured into form.
It did not sit. It did not speak. But something pressed against the room, as if all the air had taken on the weight of sleep.
I knew what it was before I even thought to ask.
The Oldest Dream.
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The wish made by something that had never had a name.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwwe7wuBsDQ
A longing so ancient it became a presence.
It brought no gift. It asked for no drink.
Instead, it exhaled across the bar—and the bottles flickered with memories that were not mine.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYFSIZm64Za
A garden made of bone and hope.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfzzMm5ofGN
A city folded beneath a sea of teeth.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡObEu9NdIIo
The first time someone looked at a sky and believed it meant something.
I brewed anyway.
Something small.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaHYe9roGfa
Woven from pauseflower and nightmilk.80Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRjLzOlPAk4
Infused not with heat, but hush.
I poured it into a mug that had waited all these years for exactly this.
The Dream did not drink. But the steam rose, curled upward, and vanished—like a promise kept before it was even made.
And then, without motion, it was gone.
The tavern stood still for hours afterward.
And in the firelight, I swear—I saw myself asleep, dreaming, somewhere far before the beginning.
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