Oct 072024
 

Far away in an unknowable direction, an eternal being of no particular importance stands on the starry, indigo precipice between dreams and reality.

Across the eons she has been called many names, and for countless centuries more she has held no name at all. Yet the one she bears now, bequeathed to her by the Weaver, the Gifter, The Lady of Nightmares Herself, is a name that thrums with both its Giver and its bearer.

What is it?