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It's been a few days since the return of my sister. Such a darling girl...I never thought I'd see her again, to be honest; Oh, I hoped. I dreamt occaisonally, and thought of those times I spent with her in days past, of those times I'd sit by her side, watching the slight movements of her grey chest, the fitful movement of her eyes like a cloudy night beneath their lids, shaking in a dream that was sometimes fitful and sometimes peaceful, but outside my power to change either way, much as I might wish.
Oh, seeing her again...At first I didn't believe it; I've often seen someone who looks like a lost loved one, only to find it was someone else, and my mind was decieving me. But the trees whispered it first, so when I saw her...I had as hard a time disbelieving as I did believing.

These past few days, seeing her so often, have been a delight. And tonight especially, when the world seems shrouded in a precious darkness, but at once a sort of light on the edges of reality. It came up from our lips in shimmers, and flickering in candle-light off the falling spores of mushrooms. In the distance, I see the rainbows rising off the bubbles, creating a rainbow horizon that reflects a world slightly off-set our own, only the candle-light and the faintest of figures familiar; and they perhaps imagined.

I met her in that darkness with a deer I am not well-acquainted with, but hope to be, for he seemed a fine fellow. He led us along a walk, slow and thoughtful, in the dark. I wondered, for a moment, if the whole of it was lost on her, to whom the darkness of the night was the same as any other...But I was being foolish, and worrying over, I think, very little, for it seemed as I gave that thought, as we walked side by side, that all my other senses rose to connect me.