Notes

Dynasty felt this blackness come over herself. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness making her shiver. But somehow it made her eyes feel heavier and heavier. She finally close her eyes finally sending me into a dreamless sleep.She dreamed of a coin, old and covered in dirt, the engravings worn and the head of the king so tarnished as to be stolen from view. She held it in her left hand, watching the mud dirty her skin. So close to her face the coin had the aroma of stale blood. She turned to her right hand and in the palm was a new spring leaf, crowned by a perfect sphere of dew, reflecting an image of Dynasty's face, softened and relaxed. When she turned back to the coin, the image of the king had freed himself and journeyed over to the leaf, igniting the growth of strong roots and new foliage that reached for the sunlight, robust, virescent.
As Dynasty rouse from a heavy slumber she was first aware of the coolness of the air and it's loamy fragrance. The ground was lumpy as if she were on a bed of earth and rocks. Her clothes felt as damp as a flower in the dew of the dawn. She half wondered if she was still dreaming as she sat up to take in the shafts of light that burst through the gaps in the leaf canopy above. Now she's awoken, perhaps more fully awake than she's ever been. There were no signs of another person. As far as she could tell she was alone with the birds who made their carefree song around herself, and in that sweet melody she felt more alone. This bizarre was hers alone. It's worse though than it first appeared, usually after this point in waking she would know where she was, who she is, and she didn't. She couldn't think of a name that belonged to her or a single person she know. Any face her subconscious offered had as much resonance as a total stranger. Out of nowhere, a man appeared, seemingly out of no where, before her aching body. Dynasty felt as if she had seen this person before, but she couldn't figure out where. All of a sudden, an almost paralyzing pain stabbed at her head at all her memories started flooding back, she couldn't believe her eyes as the whole room turned to white, right before she passed out.