The Dream For the void she felt nothing, yet to the voice felt guilt. Then fell silent. The void luminated but her silhouette didn’t. Upon the plain of light stood a little girl. Tethered-felt, Mira didn’t want to. But she, just… Each step an anomaly of contradiction to the child unmoving. Her blue-eyed innocence leant credence to the fewness of her freckles. And her sky dress fluttering against the nothingness of the void. From the preen golden locks —Mira envied— to her glossy black shoes s