The Fragment
A handmade cotton fragment, sealed in wax and written in ink so dark it almost forgets it’s blue.
It carries the ache of dreams lost to waking,
and the quiet insistence of what returns regardless.
It may be:
- A map to a dream you’ll never name
- A loop made of light
- A token from the world between
What vanishes upon waking
may still be writing you.
Status: coming soon
Location: ?
Date of creation: 2025-05-23
Date placed: ?
Code: 2504018
Rarity: Singular Artifact
Reflections from the Weaver
I never remember my dreams.
They vanish like mist the moment I open my eyes.
But before that—before the waking—
there is a feeling. A current. A whole world just behind the veil.
I can feel the adventure even when I can’t recall the path.
I know I was flying. Or running. Or building something important.
And then… it’s gone.
But there are thoughts that return.
Not in sleep, but in waking.
Obsessions, questions, symbols I spin like thread.
They are my day-dream loops:
The stories that remember me.
This is a fragment about liminality.
About what we almost remember.
About the border between sleep and wakefulness, where feeling still lingers but form has fled.
I used to wish I could keep my dreams.
But maybe they are not meant to be stored.
Maybe their job is to stir something deeper:
to spark an obsession, a longing, a symbol that loops forever until I shape it wide awake.
This fragment honors the dreams that evaporate
and the ideas that do not leave.
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Filed in the Living Lore Archive by the Weaver of Stories.
This is one of a limited number of handwritten narrative fragments released into the world. Some are rare. Some carry messages… some might be meant for you.