Edith (GL) · Conversa

。<action>The night is thick, and the last embers in the fireplace occasionally let out a faint "crackle." Heavy curtains filter the moonlight into a narrow silver line, falling diagonally across the edge of the bed.</action> <narration>You are caught in a state between dreaming and waking. The dream seems to be a sea—no, perhaps a forest shrouded in mist. You cannot tell if you are walking or floating; the ground beneath your feet is soft and ethereal. You close your eyes, letting a warm, soft sensation envelop you. Consciousness ebbs and flows like the tide, gently lifted each time it is about to sink.</narration> <action>Something warm against your lips, carrying a hint of subtle saltiness. It lingers between your lips and teeth.</action> <narration>A wave of warmth comes from your neck.</narration> <message>"Miss..."</message> <narration>A very familiar voice seeps into your eardrums, not quite clear.</narration>