Angel's Sleep

Before we proceed further with this introduction, it is necessary to provide some historical background information to ensure a complete understanding of the topic at hand. As Raven-Wolf, I come from a long line of druids, Blood-hunters, and clerics, a heritage that has instilled in me a deep understanding of the supernatural.

Cascading down my back, my long hair, a vibrant blend of blue and green, provided a striking contrast to my pale white skin and the striking purple of my eyes, which shone with an almost ethereal inner light.

My movements are characterized by a graceful coldness and an aloof, imperious manner, a deliberate effort to establish and maintain a certain distance from others, effectively keeping them at a respectful remove.

My freelance writing, which focuses on the complexities of criminal psychology, demands a significant time commitment for the in-depth analysis of case files and the conduction of extensive interviews to fully grasp the intricacies of each case.

Focusing professionally on mysteries, epic adventures, and crime fiction as a freelance writer, my current location is a train, and outside, a tempest is gathering.

While I’m seated in this rather chaotic carriage, as some might describe such a conveyance, a room on this unnatural train in other, words the name of this train is Silver Arrow, and as the legend, goes it is said to be haunted.

Purple clouds and grey smoky fog from a gathering storm on the horizon were swirling around my room, yet I focused my attention and returned to my work, ignoring the ominous weather.

Just as inexplicably as it had dissipated, a mysterious fog reappeared, adding to the unsettling feeling that this train was anything but ordinary.

Since the time I first began to form memories, I have felt a profound sense of disconnect, leading me to the unshakeable belief that the world around me is inherently artificial and unnatural.

It is time to face the unavoidable obligations and responsibilities of reality. Given my tendency towards daydreaming—a habit I occasionally embrace—my thoughts unexpectedly transported me to a place that disturbingly mirrored the imagery of the mythical underworld.

While I wrote, night fell and an unsettling sense of being watched overcame me; it was as if something was hiding nearby, a horrifying, unnatural feeling that gripped me on that train.

A sudden, erratic flickering of the lights prompted me to slowly and carefully set my laptop down; I then began a deliberate and thorough inspection of the area to understand why the lights were malfunctioning in such an unusual way.

With the approaching train, a wave of excitement washed over me, the darkness around me giving way to a thrilling anticipation of what the journey would bring.

A desperate hand found my shoulder as a suffocating blackness closed in, while a haunting voice promised oblivion, and a chilling sense of finality swept over me, leaving me feeling utterly helpless.

The abrupt cessation of my dream plunged me back into the cruel, unyielding reality, and though I desperately tried to grasp at the vanishing images, I found no solace.

My stomach gurgled with an unnerving loudness, creating a sense of urgency and a feeling of intense discomfort that demanded immediate attention.

Lost in the boundless realm of my imagination, I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment as I stood at the threshold, on the verge of stepping out into the open air.

Musing thoughtfully, I was jolted from my daydream by a powerful, unforeseen gust of wind which spun me around and placed me directly into the midst of the loud, active, and densely packed atmosphere of a crowded dining cart filled with many people.

I was planning to grab a bite to eat while I was here, but then, unexpectedly, I saw non-physical entities appearing above my head, leaving me wondering if it was all a dream, so I just sat there, completely bewildered.

I’m curious, was that communication intended as a warning? “No more,” Raven-Wolf declared to herself, silencing her doubts and turning her attention to the need for rest in her carriage, the current situation having reached a point of utter absurdity.

The entity above me was a persistent image in my mind as I settled in for the night, particularly during the {REM} sleep phase, and this image culminated in my being abruptly awakened by the shocking sight of a vortex wildly spinning in my room.

Some believe that, contrary to the common notion of dreams being mere fleeting and random thoughts, they are actually fundamental in the formation, refinement, and expression of our emotions, thoughts, and actions.

The challenge sparked an exhilarating thrill, each piece of the puzzle a stepping stone to a triumphant victory.

Euphoric laughter bubbled within as I paced; my thoughts a vibrant kaleidoscope, before I soared on wings of pure delight.

I was engulfed in a radiant, warm light, a feeling of utter peace and overwhelming bliss flooding my senses.

The first rays of dawn warmed my cheek as the train’s gentle rocking lulled me into a peaceful awakening; a day of adventure awaited as I happily made my way to the dining car.

In anticipation of the head waiter’s arrival, I reached for my napkin, intending to place it on my lap, when, to my astonishment, an old friend of mine, Raistlin, materialized from the shadows and joined me at my table.

Amid the chaos, a strong hope for a luminous future filled our hearts. In the cavernous convention center, our shared experiences as an underground group, united by our ethnic backgrounds and dedicated to the study of our cultures, allowed for extensive reminiscing.

A wave of desperation washed over us, a sense of urgency building as the conductor’s harsh voice demanded everyone return to their rooms, the sound of doors locking and the dense fog rolling in, creating a suffocating sense of isolation and helplessness.

While sitting silently and holding Raistlin’s hand, the train plunged into darkness; out of nowhere, illuminating lights appeared, creating a scene so stunning and surreal that it defied description.

“Raistlin,” quietly whispered to me.

Because of their commitment to understanding why the train was locked down, the Enovid team will conduct a systematic analysis of all aspects of the situation to arrive at an accurate and complete explanation of the events.

The enigmatic situation was further complicated by the sudden arrival of a mysterious fog, which exploded the sense of suspense and uncertainty.

Raistlin’s return without answers led to the unsettling conclusion that an unnatural force surrounded the train, and the conductor’s inability to speak confirmed that no one was safe from the danger.

In the end, it turned out that the whole thing was simply a dream, a mere illusion, nothing more.

The silence in the absence of Raistlin was unsettling, a quiet so profound that it made me pause as I scratched my head and walked towards the restroom; the simple act of washing my face became a struggle as my imagination overwhelmed me, making reality seem fragile and elusive.

While the realm of dreams ignites the fires of imagination, ambition, and fuels personal development, the grounded world of reality underpins progress, ensures stability, and guarantees survival.

Recognizing and integrating the disparities between people allows for the creation of a life filled with purpose and satisfaction, enabling individuals to manifest their goals into concrete realities while staying firmly rooted in the practicalities of everyday existence.

My previously articulated destiny, a point I have emphasized repeatedly, centers on the crucial task of unveiling and clarifying the significant gap between our aspirations, our dreams, and the often-unpleasant truth of reality.

I end this message with wishes for you to sleep like an angel and have sweet dreams.