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rainbowfic2026-02-22 08:24 pm
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Light Black #6 [The Fulcrum]
Name: Dream Interpretation
Story: The Fulcrum
Colors: Light Black #6: Rise
Styles and Supplies: Life Drawing, Photography, Charcoal
Word Count: 419
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Qhoroali
In-Universe Date: 1912.5.2.6
Summary: Qhoroali awakens from the dream.
The world slowly came back into focus around Qhoroali, her room in the apartment she rented from Mosetai becoming clearer as the one she’d lived in back in Clérzyund in her mother’s house faded out. The facts of the world reasserted themselves, clearing away the dream-logic like a fresh breeze.
That wasn’t how that dream usually went, though she was thankful for the change in script. Why had Setsiana been there?
Well, that wasn’t actually a mystery, was it? It was probably the same reason Setsiana had been in so many of her other recent dreams, as well. Of course she would like to think that that situation would have resolved differently with Setsiana than it had with Liselye, especially after the conversation they’d had. But reality wouldn’t be so compliant with her wishes.
Setsiana had said sensible things in there, though, hadn’t she? That Qhoroali wouldn’t meet her until after she’d learned to time travel. Usually her dreams did not contain much in the way of true information or sensible trains of thought.
Although… maybe the dream world still had its grip on her, but some part of her still felt strongly that she had met Setsiana before that, even though it couldn’t possibly be true. There was some whisper in her head that some deeply-buried memory was yet to be uncovered.
Setsiana had also said a lot of nonsense, though. Shared dreams, which were impossible. Unless you counted the ones people had of Sapfita, but there were no accounts of dreamers seeing other humans in those dreams, and this certainly hadn’t been one of them. And lucid dreams, which Qhoroali had always doubted were real things that people actually experienced. It would be convenient, wouldn’t it, for the Setsiana who had been appearing in her dreams lately to be the real one, and to really mean what she’d said there. Qhoroali had to get over this useless infatuation.
And what Setsiana had asked Qhoroali to do… to tell her about the dream in the waking world. That was a pretty laughable idea. To tell Setsiana that Qhoroali had dreamed about her, in that context, and that she’d said those things to her… that wouldn’t just be weird, but would also sound downright crazy. If even Qhoroali could tell something would be weird, that was probably a pretty good sign that it was.
She roused herself, with difficulty as always, sat up on the bed, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Time to return to reality.
Story: The Fulcrum
Colors: Light Black #6: Rise
Styles and Supplies: Life Drawing, Photography, Charcoal
Word Count: 419
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Qhoroali
In-Universe Date: 1912.5.2.6
Summary: Qhoroali awakens from the dream.
The world slowly came back into focus around Qhoroali, her room in the apartment she rented from Mosetai becoming clearer as the one she’d lived in back in Clérzyund in her mother’s house faded out. The facts of the world reasserted themselves, clearing away the dream-logic like a fresh breeze.
That wasn’t how that dream usually went, though she was thankful for the change in script. Why had Setsiana been there?
Well, that wasn’t actually a mystery, was it? It was probably the same reason Setsiana had been in so many of her other recent dreams, as well. Of course she would like to think that that situation would have resolved differently with Setsiana than it had with Liselye, especially after the conversation they’d had. But reality wouldn’t be so compliant with her wishes.
Setsiana had said sensible things in there, though, hadn’t she? That Qhoroali wouldn’t meet her until after she’d learned to time travel. Usually her dreams did not contain much in the way of true information or sensible trains of thought.
Although… maybe the dream world still had its grip on her, but some part of her still felt strongly that she had met Setsiana before that, even though it couldn’t possibly be true. There was some whisper in her head that some deeply-buried memory was yet to be uncovered.
Setsiana had also said a lot of nonsense, though. Shared dreams, which were impossible. Unless you counted the ones people had of Sapfita, but there were no accounts of dreamers seeing other humans in those dreams, and this certainly hadn’t been one of them. And lucid dreams, which Qhoroali had always doubted were real things that people actually experienced. It would be convenient, wouldn’t it, for the Setsiana who had been appearing in her dreams lately to be the real one, and to really mean what she’d said there. Qhoroali had to get over this useless infatuation.
And what Setsiana had asked Qhoroali to do… to tell her about the dream in the waking world. That was a pretty laughable idea. To tell Setsiana that Qhoroali had dreamed about her, in that context, and that she’d said those things to her… that wouldn’t just be weird, but would also sound downright crazy. If even Qhoroali could tell something would be weird, that was probably a pretty good sign that it was.
She roused herself, with difficulty as always, sat up on the bed, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Time to return to reality.
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Haha, Setsiana wishes it were that easy!
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Thank you for reading! Hopefully it's not dragging out too much.