I dreamed that I sailed across a golden sea until I found an island floating in the morning light. The island drifted on the wind, following the sun as it slowly journeyed westward. The island’s shadow reflection shimmered on the small ripples that trailed in the island’s wake. The entire scene flowed by me in complete silence and I could see no sign of life. Not a bird, fish, nor human met my gaze.
Gil’eal the wee guardian spirit spoke to me. Do not step foot on the land that wanders or you will become lost.
In my dream, I knew that I would not walk under the trees of those floating worlds. I saw that I would return with the new moon, an auspicious omen.
This morning, as I sighted the island of my dreams, a shiver ran down my spine none-the-less.