The dreamer felt the song still trembling within, like a heartbeat made of light.

With the next breath, the air shimmered and the world began to fold.

The Dragon was no longer before the dreamer, its presence flowed through every direction. The dreamer stepped forward and fell not downward, but inward through layers of sound and color, each note an octave of becoming.

First came Earth, heavy with memory. The dreamer stood in a cavern whose walls glowed faintly with roots of crystal light. Every stone whispered its lineage of the births and burials it had witnessed. Here, the Dragon’s breath was slow and deep, like the pulse of the world itself.

Then rose the essence of Water, surrounding both in waves of liquid starlight. The dreamer drifted in its embrace, seeing reflections of countless faces, lives they had lived and lives yet to be. The water murmured: Return, remember, release.

Through flame they passed next into the realm of Fire, where every heartbeat was a forge. Shapes flickered like memories burning clean, and the Dragon’s presence blazed not consuming, but revealing.

Then came Air, vast and weightless. Winds carried voices not words, but intentions, songs never sung in waking life. The dreamer became the echo of these winds, dissolving into breath itself.

Until at last silence.

The stillness of Aether.

Here, all boundaries ceased. The Dragon’s song resounded as pure geometry spiral within spiral and the dreamer understood: this was not a vision of another realm, but a remembering of what they had always been.

When they woke, the dawn was breaking but the air still shimmered faintly around them, as if the dream had not yet ended.

From the scrolls of The Elemental Resonance