Today’s wordage: 3,800
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Total writing time: 41 hours, 30 minutes
The way of dreaming opened with a pallid crocodile swimming as in deep, rushing water. Its body twitched like an armored eel. The great legs snapped back and forth, propelling the beast forward. She rode along beside it, much as her wa rode along beside her, watching in the sun-bright depths of the beast’s gold flecked eyes.
The waters opened before her like clouds, and Gashansunu understood the crocodile had been swimming not the pelagic depths but through the argosy of stars, never sighting land for its eyes had always been trained on the heavens. This was a hunter of souls, an eater of spirits, and the medium where it pursued its sport was the Silent World.
Using the Precepts of Dreaming, she stepped away. The crocodile grew smaller, then smaller still, then tiny, until it was a pale silverfish swimming against current, a tiny chip of fire in the eyes. Gashansunu reached out and crushed it between her fingers. The swift searing of her flesh she accepted, for in truth it was only a pinprick.