A castle with a grand staircase built out of cold, gray stone blocks.
A contract-bound woman.
The pain of lovers separated.
The ultimate elopement of the lovers to the "new world."
The unusually narrative dream of last night was full of high drama and intense emotions. Throughout the course of this dream, I went from being the unseen observer to an insignificant extra to, eventually, the story's protagonist. The gusty winds woke me from my tiresome dream. As the morning light began to fill my eyes, the delicate details of this dream fell through the crevice of my mind like the grains of sand in the fist. But its operatic ending, with a soprano singing a beautiful aria as the lovers disappeared into the night, is still resonating in my head.
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