378 Repeated Dream Fragments of the Artist

She traversed through a world of lavender mist. Fog rolled over her bare feet, but as Yujia ventured forward, it felt as if she was walking through clouds. There was no ground. She was floating. Her limbs felt heavy against her side, each step taking an immense amount of effort to take. Yujia knew these feelings well. 

In that moment, like sunlight spilling past clouds, she came to the realization that this had to be a dream.