Mythshaper

Father handed me a hefty sandwich as I finished recounting the surreal nightmare to Mum. I had no other choice. She refused to answer any of my questions regarding my awakening until I told her about it.

“Is this like the nightmares you used to have when you were young?”

I blinked, then shook my head. For one thing, I couldn’t recall any of those nightmares. However, the one I had just woken from remained fresh in my mind—the details too significant for me to even differentiate between reality and dream.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “I can’t recall them well.”

Her expression grew pensive.

“I’m fine, though,” I said. “It was just weird and… disturbing.”

That did not ease her worry whatsoever.

Knowing that nothing I said would quell her concern, I took a bite of the beefy sandwich. The whole experience had left me thoroughly ravenous. Taking another huge bite, I called upon my profile.

The minute change in the mark on my left palm did not go unnoticed either. It wasn’t a huge difference, though it looked far more detailed upon closer inspection. The wheels were more distinct now. But not more important than my Profile.

Arilyn Arcis O’Ryon