There was a vague twinge in the Universe that woke me from my dreams that night.
A soft, wordless whisper that gently grazed my mind with fingers like spring petrichor, wisdom surging from strings of lavender and copper smoke, an electric static burst that exploded around me in the darkness.
A message, transcribed in the words of gods and stars, reminding me to stay awake to the signs around me.
Stop ignoring your destiny, they said.
Sweetheart, your future stands in front of you said a voice much like my grandfather’s.
So in the dead of night, I woke to the transcendence of realization, which was anything but gentle.