They're in a chalet with many windows that let in natural light, though it is tinted slate with Winter. It's snowing outside, big, gentle flakes falling silently onto a pristine blanket of white. Flowers and vines cannot exist, here.
A fire crackles in a large fireplace, the sounds homely and inviting as the flames dance on the burning wood. There's a scent that wafts from it, too. Cedar, maybe.
There are books everywhere. Shelves and shelves of them.
But, for now, Lily still holds Levity in her arms, both of them huddled together on a large couch by the fire.]
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[The dream shifts, changes.
They're in a chalet with many windows that let in natural light, though it is tinted slate with Winter. It's snowing outside, big, gentle flakes falling silently onto a pristine blanket of white. Flowers and vines cannot exist, here.
A fire crackles in a large fireplace, the sounds homely and inviting as the flames dance on the burning wood. There's a scent that wafts from it, too. Cedar, maybe.
There are books everywhere. Shelves and shelves of them.
But, for now, Lily still holds Levity in her arms, both of them huddled together on a large couch by the fire.]