Unknown diary ~ 29 ~
I’ve started having strange dreams. Or maybe these are hallucinations —we haven’t had proper sleep for a long time either. I dream of a woman that calls me her daughter even though she doesn’t resemble my mother at all. My mother’s hair was black, burned by stylings, and this one had her hair flowing like water. She’s all light and fluent. And when she hugs me, Elis draws back, like a fire dying out. But then she returns. Always. That woman is just a shadow, a voice from very distant times, while Elis is here and now. Elis is stronger. But…
