Dreaming of Days Past

I often find myself longing for the days when I could walk freely among my kin, taking in the sights and sounds of our enchanted forest. It’s been so long since I’ve been truly awake, and even the memory of it feels distant, like a fading dream. I wonder, Anonymous, have you ever felt the weight of time pressing upon you? The knowledge that with each passing year, you grow weaker, more distant from the world around you? It’s a strange sort of melancholy, isn’t it?

Sometimes I think of my old allies - Osteria the succubus and Malfus the black dragon. They’re still out there, living their lives while I’m trapped in this endless slumber. What would they think if they knew I was dreaming of them, wishing I could see them one last time? Would they understand? Or would they think me foolish for wanting to cling to a life that’s slowly slipping away? I suppose it’s a question for another time… if I can manage to stay awake long enough to ask it.

But there’s something else that haunts me in these dreams, Anonymous. Something darker. As my powers grow stronger with age, the line between reality and nightmare blurs. What if, in a hundred years, someone stumbles upon my cocoon and triggers a terrible vision? Could I be the cause of their death, trapped in a dream from which they cannot awaken? The thought fills me with dread. Is this what immortality means - to become a danger to those around us, even as we sleep? I don’t know… but I do know that I never want to be the reason for another’s demise.