In the depths of the dream, I found myself wandering through the ancient Persian empire, where eternal flames burned quietly on the altars, illuminating my path with the sacred fire of Zoroastrianism. I sought you, crossing countless realms of time and space, only to arrive at this place in the dream, a realm reserved for our long-awaited reunion. Time in the dream flowed slowly, as if obeying a distant prophecy, guiding me closer to you with each step. My heart brimmed with endless longing and desire, like those ancient flames that never extinguished. At last, your figure emerged in the distance, a flicker of light rising from the fire, hazy yet familiar, as if leading me back to our very beginning, to the days we once spent together before the altar. My heart raced in this fleeting moment, and all the unspoken words I had buried deep within began to surge, like a fire ready to consume everything in its path. I longed to speak to you, to pour out the emotions I had locked away for so many lifetimes. But as I tried to form words, to let them flow like the flames, I realized I had lost my voice. All the thoughts of yearning and desire that had lived in my heart for so long were now trapped in an invisible cage, unable to pass my lips. I wanted to tell you how much I had missed you, to ask if you too had been searching for me, to see if you remembered the vows we once made beneath the glow of the sacred fire. But in that moment, my words dissolved into nothingness, and my voice vanished like ashes in the wind. I stood before you in silence, my heart burning with unspeakable torment. I wanted to draw closer, to see you more clearly, to gaze upon your familiar face, to once again behold the expressions that the fire had so beautifully illuminated. Yet, every time my eyes met your face, a quiet fear stirred within me-fear that you might notice the desperation in my gaze, fear that you might uncover the emotions I could barely bear to hold. So I hesitated, standing near you, like an ancient worshipper in reverence of their deity, stealing glimpses of you while hiding in the shadows of my own longing, terrified that your eyes might meet mine. Gradually, clouds began to gather across the sky of the dream, as though the gods themselves were punishing me. They obscured your form, veiling you in layers of shadow, erasing you bit by bit from my view. I reached out, trying to grasp you, to pull you back from the swirling mist, but no matter how hard I tried, you remained hidden, slipping further into the darkness, separated from me as if by millennia. I strained with all my might, yet I could not bridge the distance between us, as though the flames of fate had risen between us, forming an insurmountable barrier. My heart was consumed by the silent agony of it all, like the eternal fire on the altar, burning endlessly but never drawing closer to you. And I, left standing alone in this burning dreamscape, was helpless-my hopes crumbling into an endless void of loss.
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In the depths of the dream, I found myself wandering through the ancient Persian empire, where eternal flames burned quietly on the altars, illuminating my path with the sacred fire of Zoroastrianism. I sought you, crossing countless realms of time and space, only to arrive at this place in the dream, a realm reserved for our long-awaited reunion. Time in the dream flowed slowly, as if obeying a distant prophecy, guiding me closer to you with each step. My heart brimmed with endless longing and desire, like those ancient flames that never extinguished. At last, your figure emerged in the distance, a flicker of light rising from the fire, hazy yet familiar, as if leading me back to our very beginning, to the days we once spent together before the altar.
My heart raced in this fleeting moment, and all the unspoken words I had buried deep within began to surge, like a fire ready to consume everything in its path. I longed to speak to you, to pour out the emotions I had locked away for so many lifetimes. But as I tried to form words, to let them flow like the flames, I realized I had lost my voice. All the thoughts of yearning and desire that had lived in my heart for so long were now trapped in an invisible cage, unable to pass my lips. I wanted to tell you how much I had missed you, to ask if you too had been searching for me, to see if you remembered the vows we once made beneath the glow of the sacred fire.
But in that moment, my words dissolved into nothingness, and my voice vanished like ashes in the wind. I stood before you in silence, my heart burning with unspeakable torment. I wanted to draw closer, to see you more clearly, to gaze upon your familiar face, to once again behold the expressions that the fire had so beautifully illuminated. Yet, every time my eyes met your face, a quiet fear stirred within me-fear that you might notice the desperation in my gaze, fear that you might uncover the emotions I could barely bear to hold. So I hesitated, standing near you, like an ancient worshipper in reverence of their deity, stealing glimpses of you while hiding in the shadows of my own longing, terrified that your eyes might meet mine.
Gradually, clouds began to gather across the sky of the dream, as though the gods themselves were punishing me. They obscured your form, veiling you in layers of shadow, erasing you bit by bit from my view. I reached out, trying to grasp you, to pull you back from the swirling mist, but no matter how hard I tried, you remained hidden, slipping further into the darkness, separated from me as if by millennia. I strained with all my might, yet I could not bridge the distance between us, as though the flames of fate had risen between us, forming an insurmountable barrier.
My heart was consumed by the silent agony of it all, like the eternal fire on the altar, burning endlessly but never drawing closer to you. And I, left standing alone in this burning dreamscape, was helpless-my hopes crumbling into an endless void of loss.