grief is undying

He meets Focalors in dreams, her fingers shifting through his hair, her quiet, omnipotent smile devastating his heart beyond what should have been possible.“My dear Chief Justice,” she would whisper, the smile on her face serene, albeit a little bit sad.“Why,” he would ask, again and again, whether they were standing on both ends of a neverending stretch of water, or in the sea, as an Oceanid and a dragon, or with his head in her lap, his tears soaking her moist skin.Her fingers would catch at his tears, rubbing under his eyes, but she would say nothing.