#yes its a fuckin spotify playlist i just got hit by Vibes and had to run with it ok

[scriptistired]

Dream people - I dont know you but it feels like i should. Elarian, maybe an old friend of a past life, or someone I knew - I must've - before I knew myself.

I had escaped a cell we were both in, and came back not long after to help him out, I only remember his face, shadowed and tired, the curt smile, the exasperation as I jokingly exclaimed I came in his rescue, his knight in shining armor, accompanied by friends whose names I do not know.

He had a sword, I think. Old and forgotten and humming with power, stuck to a structure I didn't recognize. As he rose to reclaim it, his posture finally more than strained and tired, he froze, and I realized far too late, the sword reclaimed him aswell.

I remember staring the stone statue of the man that I should remember, and thinking, simply "No, this won't do". As if somewhere in my deep unconscious I was aware that we both stood in my own dream, my own existence fabricated of memories not quite remembered. I called his name: Elarian, I knew. And he rose from his grave to answer, turning to me like nothing had happened, like it was only natural to return from death to answer my call.

And then I woke up. Alone, in a quiet thursday morning. Nothing had changed, I was still myself, and he was still a statue I stumbled across in a dream.

I wish only I could've said, that in the forever that I was in that moment - the beginning and end of all things, death and life, nothing and everything. That I tried to return home to laughter and faded memories, and that, even as I failed, I wrote poetry in his name, in hopes it burns his image in my brain, so that I may not forget

The old friend I had, one or two forevers ago.

(The one or two forevers ago was by joshuaslife on insta, the whole thing vaguely inspired by this:)