Ny Castalia

She came to you in your dreams again last night. Every night for the past two weeks she has come to you. Her lips don’t move but you hear her voice. Calling you. Telling you how to find her. All the time staring at you. Staring into your soul. Every night you awake suddenly, drenched in sweat. Remembering every detail. So this morning you decided to find her. You followed the landmarks that she described. You found the greenhouse she was always stood in. You opened the door. You walked in. And she is here. Or is this still a dream?