Runel Dream Mine

World  ·  Aika  ·  Aug 12, 2025

Deep below the surface, where gravity pulls outward instead of down,
dreams lie embedded in rock like ore — each one already belonging to someone,
waiting without knowing it.
The air smells of mineral dust and something else, harder to name.
A warmth that isn't temperature.
From somewhere further in, the sound of digging rises and fades:
kan, kan — then silence — then kan again.

Ruvina knows what it costs to touch a dream too long.
She still does the work anyway — gloves on, eyes steady,
watching each one rise toward light she cannot follow.