#magicaldreams

Beneath the glow of a full moon, where whispers of magic drift through the forest, a gentle guardian keeps watch.

Curled around a radiant crystal, the dragon protects the dreams meant just for you…

Close your eyes, breathe in the quiet wonder, and let your spirit wander somewhere beautiful tonight.

Drift into a world of wonder beneath a sky kissed by stardust. As the celestial fairy dances through moonlight, she carries whispers of peace and enchantment into the night. ✨ May your dreams be magical and your sleep filled with serenity.

Location: Moonwhisper Cottage, First Night Back Date: Morning mist still clinging to the windowpanes

Last night, I dreamt I was back in the woods. Not just hiking, but… moving through them like I belonged there.

Everything shimmered. Not just with light, but with possibility.

I walked barefoot over moss that hummed under my steps. Ferns turned to watch me pass. Somewhere in the distance, a flute played—not quite music, but not wind either.

And then I saw them.

Not clearly. Just shapes. Laughter. Flickers of movement behind trees. One of them dropped something near my boots and disappeared.

When I looked down… It was a single flower tucked into the laces.

Same flower I found in my real boots this morning.

It wasn’t there last night. And it doesn’t grow in Henford.

Gran didn’t say anything when I came down for breakfast, but she noticed. I could tell.

Thistle won’t leave the windowsill. Maple keeps following me around like she’s worried. And Wisp? Wisp isn’t here. She vanished again. I think she’s still watching from somewhere else.

So. I'm back.

The fields are muddy, the chickens are loud, and Fluffs still spits at Ivy’s broom like it’s plotting against him. It’s a good rhythm. A grounding one.

But I’ll have to go back soon. Two more plants to harvest. And one very old forest that doesn’t feel finished with me.

I think something followed me home. Or maybe… I brought something back.