𝐴𝑣𝑒𝑛 was not born into this world — she was shaped in the mirror realm, where dreams are born and dissolve like mist. There, she was a 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟, meant to watch over the fragile fabric of dreams without interfering. But Aven was never one to simply observe. She felt too much, curiosity, compassion, anger. She reached into dreams where she shouldn’t have, changed things she was meant to leave untouched. For that, she was cast out.
Now, she wanders between two worlds, the reality she never belonged to and the dreams that still call to her, whispers of a place she can no longer return to. The mirror realm is closed to her, but its reflections linger in her mind, in her skin. Sometimes she wonders if she’s still herself or just the shadow of who she once was.
But the dreams won’t let her go. They bleed into her nights and sometimes into her days. They show her faces, moments, pieces of futures that don’t yet exist. And in those quiet moments, she can still feel it, the old pull, like a heartbeat under glass.
She’s searching, even now. For answers. For a way back. Or perhaps for something she’s never found. And somewhere along that restless search, she found them — two lights in all the darkness she carried. Ryū and Alastor. She never expected to belong anywhere, to anyone. But with them, the world feels a little less sharp, a little less foreign. They steady her wandering heart, draw her back from the edges, make the world feel warm in ways she never thought possible. Aven loves them, quietly, fiercely, in the way constellations love the night sky. Maybe she hasn’t found her way back to the mirror realm, but she has found something else — 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦.
☾ 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑛: blurred realities, dream logic, soft magic, forgotten mirrors, memories that don’t belong to you, the warmth of found connections, the terror of being watched even while you sleep.
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