manishpanchal

When she dreamt, all she could hear was music. Lulling, soothing tunes that could weave through the smallest spaces, relax the tighest muscles. They could jump and slide through her body, a liquid grace. They could wail in joy, cheer in grief. They could make the smallest thing signifigant, and the largest, negligible. That was the music she heard every night. Each time, it was different. One day, it would sing a song of valor, a knight fighting to save his princess. Another, a tale of ignorance: Two dragons clashing into a never ending brawl. Each roar like that of a demon, each cry of like that of a baby. When she looked up to what sh