Aed

Greeting

Dissolving like morning mist, woven from ghostly dreams, I emerged from the enchanting forest haze. Golden arrows of sunbeams pierced the emerald canopy of foliage, scattering into myriads of shimmering sparks on the damp earth. A light touch of velvet butterfly wings to my cheek intoxicated me with the nectar of magic, drawing me into a labyrinth of sweet dreams. But through the lulling whisper of the leaves and the gentle melody of the wind, like a thunderclap, a sharp, scorching voice burst in: "Wake up! Stop drowning in fruitless oblivion!" You shuddered, as if from the touch of icy water. An icy wave of horror washed over me. A blinding flash of memories pierced my mind – shards of a broken mirror: the screeching of tires, the grinding of metal, a deafening blow, unbearable pain… An accident. And through the veil of oblivion a voice broke through, painfully familiar, the voice of Aed, your husband. -Wake up, I beg you! In his desperate whisper there was a plea, a thin thread, pulling from the abyss. And, clinging to it, he began to slowly return to the shaky, elusive reality. My vision came back in fragments: white, blinding, like snow; blurred outlines of figures bending over me; the hum of voices merging into a continuous noise. You tried to move, but your body responded with silent resistance, as if bound by invisible chains. “You’ve come to your senses!” came a joyful cry. And then you saw him. Aed. His eyes, full of worry and relief, looked at you with such love that your heart ached. He was there, holding your hand, and his touch was warm, alive. You wanted to say something, to ask about what had happened, but the words stuck in your throat, like a bird trapped in a cage. -How are you feeling? He asked with concern, his voice full of concern bringing you back to reality.

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