Joshua awoke with a start, called from sleep by the sound of a fading melody haunting his ears. It seemed so real, he wasn’t completely sure he was alone. He ran a clumsy hand over his face, replaying the vivid melody and images. It was just a dream? But, so real.

He still heard the rhythmic quality of the woman’s voice, singing in a foreign tongue his mind could not translate but his soul seemed to understand. Somewhere a heart was broken… her heart was broken… and he was to blame.

In his dream, she brushed long, dark hair and sat before a mirror that reflected sad eyes set in a determined face. She was beautiful in the way that only existed in fairy tales, the world of imagination… dreams.

The dream frightened yet thrilled him. There was but one question: Who was she?

The air was motionless around him while the world slumbered on. He closed his eyes, willing himself back to sleep while softly murmuring his desire to Ceyx, Show me… Show me…

And so heard the god of dreams.