If you've ever looked into a fire and been unable to look away, it's that. If you've ever looked at the mountains and found you're not breathing, it's that. If you've ever looked at the moon and felt tears in your eyes, it's that. It's the stuff between stars, the space between roots, the thing that makes electricity get up in the morning.

You're wondering if this is real.You want proof this is an actual encounter and not just a bit of subconcious mindfuckery.What is real? Listen: You fall asleep, dream of feathers, and wake up with a raven in your hands, and you're still asking, What is real?

Wake me up Wake me up, you said But I was sleeping, too I was dreaming But now I"m waking up Still waking up I can see the sun

Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.

While I'm gone," Gansey said, pausing, "dream me the world. Something new for every night.