🦁 Track II of VIII – In Dreams
(Illusion, Longing, and the Lullaby of Forgetting)

After the first stirrings of rebellion, the lion finds himself wandering through a world not made of bars or keepers, but of mist and memory. This chapter unfolds in twilight — a place between waking and sleep, where the echoes of his old roar drift through dreamlike forests, softened and strange.

Here, the lion is no longer caged, yet not truly free. He lies beneath an ancient tree pulsing with forgotten magic. Gentle spirits crown his mane with starlight. The winds sing lullabies of peace, of rest, of surrender. And for a moment, he lets go… not of who he was, but of who he’s trying to become.

But not all that is beautiful is true.

The dream speaks in kind whispers, but carries the scent of sleep too deep. It tempts him to stay — to forget the fire, to trade the roar for rest. There’s no pain here. No hunger. Only stillness. But somewhere beyond the trees, beyond the veil of illusion, a memory stirs like distant thunder:

“You are not done.”
“Wake up.”

This is the dream that lulls kings into silence — and dares them to awaken.

In Dreams

I am the voice for those who seek
Strength when darkness peaks.
I live a life wild and free
Forged in fire, untamed like the sea.

Yet in the shadows, light will rise,
A spark reflecting in weary eyes.
Through storm and silence, loss and fear,
A guiding flame still burns clear.

Sebastian—steadfast, strong and true,
A warrior’s heart in midnight’s hue.
Theodore—gifted hands to heal,
A name that speaks of love made real.
And Lucas—born to blaze the way,
A torch against the darkest gray.

No chains can bind, no night consume,
For light will break the deepest gloom.
A Viking soul, both fierce and wise,
With northern winds behind his eyes.

I walk alone, yet I ignite,
A nameless soul—but burning bright.
A kingdom’s call, a truth to find,
A beacon in the hands of time.

Drifting between melodies and words, I weave stories from the whispers of the wind and the echoes of the soul. A seeker of truth, I find inspiration in the rhythm of nature and the spark of human connection. My spirit walks with the snowy owl and arctic wolf, rooted in the strength of my Viking ancestry. Through music and creation, I build—shaping a kingdom on earth as it is in heaven. No single path holds all the answers, but every path holds a piece of the truth.

In Dreams

Sébby T.