**A Dreamland of Light and Shadow**

Drifting from shadows to light, I'm tethered into a dreamscape.
I see meandering brooks wind through meadows,
lush green fields teem with humming looters—
honey-laden, drifting above nature’s umbrellas.

Helios’s golden glow caresses the land,
casting warmth, a breath of vitality.

Unseen mud daubers nest beneath a grey carpet,
moisture-laden sands conceal their quiet labor.

In this dreamland imbued with white, clean magic,
I stood between fairies dancing to wild tunes—
merry, luscious, flutes spilling their song into the night.

Sun-kissed strands—strange, unfamiliar—
yet I recall my raven-dark hair.

Bordering the meadows, emerald thickets rise,
thorny vines whisper, swaying in the wind’s embrace.
A distant golden shimmer flickers—calling, waiting.
With measured steps, I drift toward its glow.

From the bramble, a murmur stirs—soft, shifting.
Then, lightning-fast, a shadow lunges forward.

With a mind of its own, my body lifts—
wings beating, foreign yet fused to me.
The wind catches, carries, commands as I rise.

Below—embers flicker in a shadow’s gaze.
I lift my arm; light surges forth,
a searing blaze—left nothing but ash.