Hiraeth: homesickness for a home that does not or no longer exists.



In my dreams I see lost cities. Towering steel spires under a boiling sun, men with jet black eyes, and smooth dark skin walk the streets, even their teeth are black. Scorching stars hang over me. I am one of them, I have a life there in my dreams, a life I never knew.



I remember streets of water like venice, but the water is so hot steam comes off it. I remember great beasts of steel made by lost science. Visitors from other times, other worlds. And I am there, a life I somehow know but never knew.



Distorted and freighting songs are sung from deep underground praising a long lost god whose power could boil away seas. Yet it all felt familiar, it all felt like home.



In my dreams it calls to me, something calls to me, and under the streets a boiling god long forgotten, crying to let me hear its long forgotten tale. And when I wake he is silent again, but still calling in the back of my mind.



Limerence: the state of being infatuated with another person.



In my dreams I feel a pull, there is someone from another life, another time. She is calling to me, her hands, her eyes, her lips. Deep in the temple of the boiling god there is a priestess in white robes. Her hairless head covered by a red vale.



I cannot know her name, I cannot even make out her face, but I feel connected to her. I do not know if I once loved her, or once was her, but I cannot evict her from my mind.



Sketches of her line my notebook, but I cannot get her face right, I cannot picture it but I know it is wrong somehow when I draw it.



In my dreams she sings. To me? To the boiling god? To herself? All three could be true as far as I know. Somehow, when I think of her, I am not afraid, even in this vale of the shadow of death.



Iridescent: producing a rainbow like display.



In my dreams, in the city of the boiling god I have visions of lights in the sky. They are from something not of the city, I don’t know why I can know that but I do.



Lights not like those from this earth. The children of the boiling god's city look up to see their beauty, but women hide and men ready their strange guns.



Strange many colored beings, like serpents but with squid like arms coming out of their bellies, descend from the sky in these lights. They swam through the boiling waters, and destroyed the boiling god’s temples.



In my dreams I see the priestess, deep underground and singing a sad song, the creatures of light are near the deep temple doors, slithering through underground halls. Her song is of death, her song is of hope, and her song is of the future, for a future civilization she will never meet so that they may know.