i dream of dragons

People called it a plague. Punishment from a higher being, the Elders had said. Eighty years ago, it swept through the world, silent and merciless, turning life to dust. A curse followed shortly after: the inability to dream. It was cruel in its inevitability. Slow and patient in its approach – taking hold as one stepped into adolescence. Dreams gradually dimmed, then quieted altogether by the time they reached the age of fourteen. Sleep became silent. A yawning void bereft of color and sound. Y...