She comes to me in dreams.

I think they’re dreams.

When she leads me through the fields, I can feel the grass under my feet and the warmth of her hand in mine. When we run through the forests, I can hear the snapping twigs and the roar of a waterfall. When we come upon the ruins, and stand in their great shadow, the awe and fear that grows inside me feels as real as ever. When she pulls me through their crumbling arches and dark halls, the familiarity is striking.

When we stand at the very peak of the crumbling spire in the center of the ancient city and a sudden rush of memory brings me to my knees, am I merely caught in an illusion?

When I wake, alone in my bedroom, and still hear her words….

“The world is greater than you know.”

I know she’s real.