A Falling Star, Least I Fall Alone (Tat-Lung Conservatory)

This time, when Morgan 'wakes up', they can immediately tell that something is wrong. None of the clocks are chiming, they reach for their remote control and though the buttons are pressed, none of the holograms turn on. The human is suddenly, frighteningly, lucid. They walk over to the window and throw open the curtains. It's pitch black outside, as if there was no atmosphere to deflect the cold and dark of space. Instinctively, they shiver. Then, the voice. It's so familiar! The human has the decency to make sure that they have clothes on before stepping out of their room. Nico was not in his barrel. The human checked Millicent's room on the way down the hall. Normally, Morgan would be terrified to see her gone, but things are beginning to make sense.

"This is a dream." They say, unfettered from their stutter within the dream. "This is a dream, I've had it before... and I need to go-" South. The human makes their way down the stairs and past their father's shrine on the first floor, sliding their hand across his picture before heading out the door. Everything outside is white and shades. It was as if they were in a comic book, or a sketch- the mansion was white and unfinished, almost marble-like in appearance. They placed their hand on it. It was so cold.

The grass was grey, and rolled away before them. They stepped down a black street with white sidewalks, under a black and starry sky. As they got closer to their destination, they felt the heat in their body leave them more quickly.

Something was ahead of them. They could see it now, though not clearly. Shadowy, long and lean. It had pale eyes that it peered out with, glowing. The shadow slipped away, and Morgan began to chase after it. The shadow thing had darkness fall off of it in waves, a mixture perhaps of fog and of liquid night. The thing disappeared and Morgan found theirself standing in front of the wishing well.

Oh, they recognized this. This was... The human placed a hand in their pocket, and pulled out a coin. Black, slightly rainbow-sheened. A hole in the center. They thumbed the hole in the center of the coin and then ran their fingers across the symbols pressed into it. It was amazing how real this felt, every sensation translated perfectly. But this was a dream.

At this point, the human recognized the faded one. It seemed that repeated dream after repeated dream had allowed them to slowly begin to put together the pieces. However, instead of being excited as they normally would, they felt... Forlorn.

"Will I remember, this time, when I wake up?" They asked. They weren't sure if they were asking the faded one, or not. Instead, they held out the coin. "The dreamer-" This time, Morgan saw more and better flashes than they had before. "The dreamer is primarily a shadowy thing. Like night in physical form, made up of the night sky. Sheer black, silken. The body is long... I can almost put my fingers in the mane- velveteen. The scales are sleek." The human squinted, trying to focus. The shadows shifted, suddenly. "He's forlorn, like he fell from the stars, and has no idea how to get back... He misses them. Large, lonely, glowing eyes. I think they may be white? Or a very, very soft green." The human said. "Most importantly, however, he's starry. Almost as if he is made up of the same stuff a constellation is. Up close, one can see him as the dark creature he is. Far away, one can only see his starry silhouette in light." Then they tilted their head again. "There he goes... A constellation at night- body merely void from far off." Morgan could almost see his tail. "His tail... Reminds me of fish from the deep. A beautiful fan, with dangerous flashes of glow."

Morgan shivers, then, feeling the presence of the dreamer move away. They'd only seen him, felt him from a tangent, as if he had simply been flirting with them. In fact, it left them blushing, flustered. How dare he! "Come back- you-" But of course, he was gone. Off to collect meteorites? Only time would tell what the starlorn being wanted.

Morgan hoped they would remember, they thought, as they tossed the coin in the well. They looked up at the too-starry sky, and closed their eyes.

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(Theme: Constellation. Primarily Black with midnight shadow purples- the color of shadows and the night sky, with white starry accents. Toes: 5, the rest is above.)