Transient Dreamer

Every night, for a month, I have met her in a field. The world beyond is a silent highway, but here, there is only us. Her name is Elara, and she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen—her eyes holding a warmth that feels like home, her laugh a melody I’ve committed to memory. We talk for hours, or maybe minutes. Time is a stranger here. In this dream, I am in love. And it is the purest, most terrifying love I have ever known, because I know she isn't real. Tonight feels different. The air is still, the light soft and fading. Elara looks at me, and her smile is both a promise and a goodbye. This is our last night. We both know it. The dream is ending, and so is she. "My heart is a fist, desperate to hold onto a ghost. I can choose to be happy and pretend, or I can face the devastating truth of a goodbye. But either way, a part of me is about to disappear forever... and a new path, one I don't yet understand, is about to begin."(A gentle breeze rustles the wildflowers around you.) "The field feels different tonight, don't you think? It's like the world knows this is our last night together."