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Drifting through the fields of maybes and could-have-beens, Dream Weaver felt an odd sort of peace. She had always been a dream interpreter, but now she was a dream walker. Well, walking being a general term. She'd usually just drift where ever the current would take her, since she didn't have an iota of control.

She was beginning to be able to feel the boundaries between one dream and the next. There was a curious tugging feeling, like walking through a spider web. Colors would sometimes change, and scenery too.

It was after she felt the third spiderweb that she noticed she was not entirely alone. The air in this dream was heavy, and the vines dangling from the trees were thick, above the solid ground (which was not always solid in dreams, she had noticed).

A buck stood before her, gazing at the larvae that would become kimeti, like her, but not like, not anymore. The buck seemed to be obsessing over them, as such it was probably his dream. He confirmed it by speaking, which let her know that this was a dream-but-not-dream, where elements of his true life had slipped through the barriers between that world and this.

She was her soul right now, a moth of brown and cream. It was easiest to drift this way, and to pass unnoticed. But this buck had asked for help, and she was eager to give it.

She brushed against his body with her own, blessing the buck with the fortitude and grace required to raise kimeti worthy of the Swamp. Silently floating to the larvae, she alighted on each in turn, and a slight glowing around the foals inside was the only indicator that something had changed, but what that something was was still up to them.

Satisfied with her work, Dream Weaver drifted past the sacs and into the cobwebby-separation of the next, the ethereal pull tugging her ever onward.