The darkness is eternal; the vast expanse of unexplainable umbra swallows me whole.
It's how they always start. The nightmares that have haunted me for as long as I can remember—they don't relent. They chase me into the shadows of sleep, and when I'm awake, a new kind of nightmare lives. I want nothing more than to run away from it all, but in a kingdom like Eathian, the nightmares lurk in every corner. When something I thought I would never feel sparks an ember of hope in my chest, I reconsider my path. I think I have a plan, but that same spark of hope also sparks doubt as I find that 𝘩𝘦 has another plan entirely. Not all nightmares are what they seem. Will the ember die of ash or burst aflame and burn everything in its wake? Contains mature content. A complete list of content warnings can be found on the author's website.
