The Hundred And Fifteenth Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning I told my Lord of last night’s dream. And I said to him, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And this dream was as bright as the voids of heaven, for in it I lay beneath the ever expanding sun, counting down the seconds until it enveloped me. Yet though with each passing second the horizons of its expanse moved immeasurably further apart, such was its distance above, only in aeons could you measure how long it would take to reach us. And so though with each beat of my heart it engulfed more stars than I could count, it would take more lives than I could live before I felt its warmth. And within its whiteness I saw flecks of shadow, signs I imagined of resistance on some galactic scale, reduced to little more than motes in the corners of my eyes, remnants of some other dream beyond the scope of my own.”