Tethys’s intuition told her faintly that this stranger was exaggerating his movements; using his charms to keep her attention. But she brushed those thoughts away, awed by the sight of the massive library that waited for her to approach. She glanced back over her shoulder, seeing only shadows of the twilit stalks of grass and lazy fireflies.

As dreamlike as this place was, and though she knew she was asleep, Tethys also knew that she was somewhere as real as she was. This handsome stranger had to be real as well; but perhaps he was unable to cross the threshold between worlds. And he knew so much about her.

The chance to hone her skills and gain control over them; to explore this mystical place within her mind and use it to become who she was destined to be. Such a tempting prospect…

Tethys turned back towards the inviting doorway, gazing at its shelves upon rows of tomes and bound-up scrolls. “I don’t even know who you are,” she said quietly.