mavis

I flexed my fingers as consciousness returned, the hazy mix of dream and reality lingering like the uneasy smell of smoke. it was one of those rare dreams, where I remember the people in them; the details of the highlights. interestingly, i almost never dream of the same person twice. ever. except for maybe... that would be a tale for another time.

It felt like a timer was counting down, that when i complete the quest, the old man would be revived from a stasis of the afterlife. time was ticking, and the chance i had was slowly and surely slipping away. Mavis was there, neutral and sympathetic, yet duty bound to fulfill the task of the final gatekeeper. all that i had on me was not enough, to pay the final debt... i tried my best to convert anything and everything i had on me, but i still knew i didn't have what was required.

the ending was blurred, void of sunsets and in fact, void of light.
but no matter what was around, in the end, it felt, alright.
it wasn't me who resolved it at the very end.

when the slumber faded,
and the light grew;
i wondered why,
and so i returned,
once more.