a dust storm approaches... the wind picks up and small pieces of the saffron dunes sting my face... squinting i enter the temple. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. I walk over to my bench and begin grinding some powders.
Footsteps...someone is coming. I'm late.
I hurry and begin to light the powder, quickly the scent of incense fills the air.
As I am wiping away a small bit spilled powder off the bench, i glance up. He is walking past me...I don't think he notices I'm standing here... For a moment he brushes a wisp of hair out of his face and our eyes meet for a moment. I'm taken by suprise and quickly avert my eyes, I don't realize the woman behind me.
I feel a cool hand touch my shoulder and I gasp and I turn and our eyes meet. She's much taller than I, stronger. Piercing eyes and rich black hair.
I awake with a start and Sebastian and Tobias are sleeping on my pillow... my television is still on - I forgot to set the timer. What does this mean? I just have this incredible sense of longing...like an insatiable hunger.
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