A soothing voice has entered the band, spinning epics and speaking words that seem fitting only to me. It is not the voice, but a different voice, one I know well. I calm, dropping my arms from my legs and slowly letting my legs dangle off the riser, turning my head to gaze at the drummer. He smiles and I smile too, leaning on my wolf as she gazes calmly at me. She has not spoken yet, and I wonder if that means that in this world, she cannot speak. That would be a blessing. Not having anything bother me here in my world, that is a blessing. The voice has faded, left the loudspeaker booth. I murmur a silent prayer of thanks, flinging an arm across my wolf’s back as the bassist bobs his head to the sound of his instrument.

So… Peaceful. I am half tempted to let it slip away, to just let it all go, but no. That would be a horrible thing, to sleep in this world. This is a world built of dreams and hopes, and sleep is scorned here. The band’s setlist has just begun, and I will not be the one to stop them.