~ Fallen Angel ~ Part 4
Secret words cannot remain hidden.
Riddles are meant to be solved.
With everything, there is a given:
Whatever spoken… must be heard.
It started with a sudden dream
of a heavenly voice, of a whisper…
with words unknown, creeping unseen,
each night growing clearer and deeper.
"Are you the Dreamer? " She said yes.
"I'm one without a name.
I heard you calling me each night
and for my dream I came…"
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