The Sleepwalkers Lantern: The Weight Between Worlds

velune could barely breathe. and for a moment, just a flicker, loomi pulsed above them — not with resistance… but with awe. velune stepped forward, drawing her hands in a wide arc. symbols ignited midair — glowing, spiraling, ancient.

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The Days That Follow

“he’s seen your shadows, velune. he’s walked through them with you. and he’s still here.” velune closed her eyes, another tear slipping free. “i’m scared,” she whispered. “i know,” loomi replied. “but fear is just another shadow.”

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Dreambook Entry I — When I Couldn’t Breathe, You Hummed

A quiet moment between velune and loomi, her bonded luminary. this is the first entry in a series of dream fragments i’ll be sharing as part of the world i’m building around velune, the sleepwalker. i don’t know how much more i can hold.

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The Dreamwalker's Archive | The Hollowing

The Hollowing marked the beginning of a fracture that would echo through dream and waking alike. The waking world called them World War I and II. The dreaming remembers them differently — the Convergence, and the Second Convergence. Together,...

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