"Why not just stay here? There's food, water, and we can build a shelter. You can have our son here, and we will raise him. Why follow me here unless this is what you wanted?"
"But I'm not here. Open your eyes and you will see."
Opening your eyes is surprisingly hard, as if the lids are weighted. With a great effort, you force your eyes to open at last.
Morning has passed into afternoon as you slept. There is no sign of Atai'aj, no hint that she was ever there.
You grasp at the already-fading memory of the dream, but it is gone. All that remains of it is a new sense of need to find the peaks of Guldaj.
Ignore the dream and build a shelter so you can live out your life here.
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