My dreams... the random images that seem to play before my mind's eye shortly after I drift into that wonderful thing called slumber. Before recently, I never really paid much attention to them. They seemed... dare I say insignificant? Wisps of images that slowly leave my conscious after the sun rises to greet a new day.
This time... I have found it harder to dismiss such images. This dream.... was far different then the others.
I awoke, surrounded by waters that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Above, a pristine sky of azure blue, dotted throughout by wispy clouds that only moved to hide a few of the over powering sun's rays. I awake slowly... alone on an island. As the seconds past I took notice of subtle changes... my once normal skin began to gradually change. Scales formed, moving down my legs... delicate fins also returns... and before long I had returned to... the way I once was...
At once a strong sense of dread over came me... in a desperate attempt, I sung out to the heavens with the hopes of calling my kin -- nothing... Those elegant skies began to darken, a loud crash of thunder soon turned this once peaceful dreamscape into the churning seas of a sea ferriers nightmare. Darker figures loomed in the distance... as large a the ships of man... but before they came close enough to few their details, everything vanished.
Needless to say this dream worries me... what it means? I shall have to ask... maybe a Djinn or Magi...
With every step I take in life... I leave something important behind. My journey started off simple enough... A simple craving to learn more about the outside world.
This simple desire that plagues most youth took me away from the save haven that was my parents castle... to the distant shore of Nippon. There... I would lose something that most women consider their greatest gift, their purity. Once, on the verge of finding love... a deep seated fear of being trapped over came me.. I fled...
Stormy waters took me to the Kingdom of the Sands... Ireem... While I had the chance to explore, my adventure did not truly start into I entered the harem. It was due to my past experience as an Oiran that I was able to enter as a Concubine. In turn... I gave up my personal time to offer pleasure to members of the court... to train new girls... My main goal of the time was to help the now former Valide.
I slowly began to take more comfort in my art, and sought to move on. My reason? I no longer felt needed... I felt greater joy in putting art on canvas then my normal duties as a concubine... So, I moved on... and became a court artist.
In retrospect... I cannot help but wonder if any of it was really worth it? I am still young, so at this point I cannot say. Regardless, my mind is still as fickle as a story sea. There are still so many paths I can take... how I long to settle for the stable rode