08/10/2025  Dreams Category: Uncategorized The train rocked in a steady rhythm, its wheels clattering against the tracks, their sound slowly dissipating into the background and sinking deep into the quiet lull of her mind. She’d meant to read, or at least watch the countryside, but the warmth of the carriage and the hum of motion had coaxed her eyelids closed. When she opened them again, she was standing on a narrow pathway. At first, she hesitated, but her instinct drove her forward. Gravel crunched beneath her feet as each step echoed in the silence. Moonlight shone down along the trail, though she couldn’t recall seeing a moon overhead. The path narrowed more, leading her into the forest. The trees grew taller here, their dark branches twisting and curling into the darkness of the sky above. Their leaves whispered an ancient tongue in the silent breeze.  In the centre of a small clearing stood a piano. It was an old grand, its black lacquer dulled with age, legs partly covered in moss, and white roses scattered over the closed lid. She should have questioned how it got there, but instead, she felt drawn to it, as if the instrument had been waiting. Without thought, her fingers found the white ivory keys. The music that came was not hers. The melody unfurled slowly and aching. It was beautiful, haunting, and she knew, without knowing how, that she had never played it before. The air shifted around her.  Leaves moved around her. She felt eyes on her, watching from within the shadows. Her pulse quickened, not from danger, but from the impossible sense that whoever lingered there was the reason she had been called to play. As though her bones had been keeping a secret her mind had yet to uncover.  She turned. A figure stood framed in darkness. She could not see their face, but the space between them felt suddenly, unbearably fragile. She drew breath to speak and woke, her eyelids opening as the final note of the dream echoed faintly in her ears, drawing her back to the clanking of the train wheels and the soft murmur of voices from fellow passengers.  06: PM 3 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 4 Kudos  Back to Blog List

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	Black King Gage LeStat, Site Co Owner, BE Emperor, BK Ruler, Mr Duggars Mentor (Jacket Slut) BK BE TBC TGB SH HOD	Gage didn't want the dream to end as he was captivated in the beauty of the entire event. When the train slowed to a halt, he awoke slowly realizing this was his stop. He had been invited to Castle Peles. He and Her Majesty Margareta were long time friends. She had sent him a parchment months ago to attend her gala that she was having. As he stood to gather his things he felt a light bump at his side, A woman with Blonde hair like the one from his dream was walking towards the exit. He asked her. "Excuse me, Mi Lady, is this the right stop to Castle Peles? I am the King of the Black Kingdom, my name is Black King Gage LeStat. I don't want to miss my stop. I hope you don't mind me asking you. I just awoke from a deep slumber, one I've needed for months. It was actually hard to pull myself away from it. It was a beautiful dream." He smiled at the blonde stranger, awaiting for her to answer. Gage finished gathering his belongings. Then exited the train, There awaiting his arrival was his transportation to the castle. He waved at the blonde haired woman. Thank you for your kindness. Gage didn't know from where she seemed familiar to him somehow. She closely resembled the woman in his dream. But how could that be. Things like that just didn't happen. Just a close resemblance, he thought to himself. Upon his way to the Castle he took out a piece of music parchment then wrote the melody down so he wouldn't forget it. Maybe sometime he would ask one of his daughters to play it for him at a later time. He never want to forget it. He placed in the title "Unknown Melody" After he precisely wrote the musical notes as his memory had helped him draw the notes down so it was correct. He hummed it to himself as he wrote so he knew it was the right piece that he had heard from the dream. The ride to Castle Peles was a long ride. He drifted off to sleep once more. The past few weeks had taken its toll on him. All of the drama that had ensued between he and his sister Amara was affecting him more than he wanted to let on. He placed the whole family conundrum, in the back of his mind as he slumbered. He was once again in pure bliss deep inside of his dream state. There he was back in the forest. He could hear elegance all around him. The wildlife was so beautiful. He found it odd how he had never noticed these beasts for as lovely as they truly were. He wanted to remain in this deep state of rest. All around him was incredibly tranquil. A much needed change of scenery as of late. As he arrived to the castle gates of Peles Castle he could see Margareta in one of the windows. He smiled then waved at her. It had been a very long time since he had seen her. The played together as children, and were to this day still very close. To his delight she came outside to greet him. She formally introduced him to staff and guests alike. "You have a beautiful home Margareta" he said to her. Everything was so eloquent and the visuals stunning. Her rose garden was mesmerizing. Gage felt at peace here amongst his old friend. Also he felt comfortable with those he did not know well. They were like a breath of fresh air, that he had needed for so long. She called out to her maid to show King Gage to his room. How beautiful it was decorated. Margareta had great taste. She always did. After cleaning himself up for the evenings festivities. He made his way down back the stairs, to the foyer. He was sat down to a lavish dinner, the food was impeccable and the company was divine, In his suit jacket lay the sheet music that he had written down he had forgotten to remove it, from his watch pocket. After the meal concluded they all made their way to a lavish room for the nights entertainment. Gage was thrilled to be here. While awaiting for the concert to start, he swore he saw the same blonde female from the train. What was she doing here? He smiled at the sight of her. He approached her, "Hello it's me again. King Gage LeStat, are you the pianist, I came all this way to see? Could you do me the honor sometime during your performance, to play this? He handed here the musical parchment. I would be delighted to hear it. I'm sure the others would love to hear it as well. If not, it's no problem, would you do me the honor of allowing your talented hands perform these notes, I wrote down after hearing this music from a dream I had. I know it sounds silly, but if it meets your approval. I would love for you to play it, if you could." Gage smiled at her then took his seat awaiting the nights festival to begin. Thank you so much for inviting me Margareta. It has been far too long since we have had one another's company. I feel so honored that you invited me here to your gala tonight. You must come to my Kingdom sometime soon we'll have more time to catch up then. All of my children have grown my home is not as chaotic as it once would. I know Lady Selene would delight to see you as well. It has been far too long. The lights flickered letting the guests know it was time to take their seats. Gage was positioned towards the front of the stage. He was thrilled he had this spot. Music was his favorite thing in the world he would immerse himself in tonight's entertainment. Posted by Black King Gage LeStat, Site Co Owner, BE Emperor, BK Ruler, Mr Duggars Mentor (Jacket Slut) BK BE TBC TGB SH HOD on Wed Aug 13, 2025, 20:08 [Reply to this]

	Mirena Corvin	Echoes of a Dream (Ecouri ale unui vis) Mirena remained still for a moment, the voices and motion of the train pulling her softly back into the present. She reached for the dream, but it was as if it hung from a thread, each attempt to grasp it only making that thread stretch further away. She could still feel it within her; not in her thoughts now, but somewhere deeper, beneath her ribs, tugging at her heartstrings. The images had already faded, but the melody remained, not in her mind so much as in her chest, as though it had slipped behind a locked door the moment she woke. The conductor’s voice broke her thoughts, announcing the train’s approach to Sinaia. She smoothed the skirt of her black wool dress, slipping on her coat. The air in the carriage felt suddenly warm and close, and she longed for the cool air of the mountains. Habit pulled her into motion before the train had fully slowed. She rose, taking her music case and moving down the aisle toward the doors. A man sat on the aisle side of one row. She stepped sideways to pass, murmuring “Scuzati-ma” as her shoulder brushed his. For the briefest moment, her gaze flicked to his and something in her stilled. A kind of buzz that made her forget to breathe. Her fingers tightened around the handle of her case. Then someone behind her jostled forward, eager to reach the exit, and she had to keep moving. Mirena stepped down onto the platform, and she closed her eyes as the cool air embraced her. Welcoming her. She smiled. Somewhere up there, nestled at the forest’s edge, stood Peles Castle. Mirena did not know if she was excited or nervous. She had played at many prestigious concerts, but nothing like this. A black Mercedes waited near the station entrance; the driver held a small placard with her name. She crossed to him, offering a polite Buna Seara before handing over her case. Soon they were driving up the narrow road that wound through the trees, and as she looked out of the back window of the limousine, the last traces of town fell away behind them. It had been months since the letter arrived from the Royal House of Romania, inviting her to perform at a private gala hosted by Her Majesty Margareta, Custodian of the Romanian Crown. Such occasions demanded music with lineage and formality, and she had rehearsed each note precisely until her fingers could find them in their sleep. But now, with the castle drawing nearer, she found herself thinking of the melody from her dream. The one she had never learned yet somehow knew. The car drove round the final bend, and there it was. Peles Castle. Mirena placed her hand over her mouth as she gasped. It stood with its beautiful turrets rising against the evening sky, every window aglow. Somewhere inside, a Steinway grand waited. The car stopped in front of the castle’s steps, its tyres crunching over the stone driveway. Mirena gazed out of the window as they drew up, mesmerised by the light that splashed from the large windows on the first floor onto the stone steps below. A footman stepped forward and opened her door with a small bow. Her right foot stepped onto the gravel, the crunch echoing the noise her footsteps made walking down the moonlit path in her dream. Now, out of the car, Mirena smiled softly at the driver, murmuring a polite “Buna Seara”. Her voice carried the elegant trace of a Viennese accent, softened by years of speaking Romanian. Making her way up the stairs, she stopped at the threshold of the castle. Inside, she could see crystal chandeliers and a hall dripping in oak. In awe, she stepped over the threshold. A man greeted her, shaking her hand, mentioning her name as if he knew her, and gesturing her towards her own private dressing room where she could prepare. The room was adorned with a myriad of flowers, and she touched them with her fingertips. The door opened, and a woman entered, holding up a dress. It was a pale blue, ankle-length, and in her other hand, she held a pair of silver heeled shoes. The female left them on a chair and motioned herself out of the room to let Mirena prepare. Taking out her music sheets, Mirena scanned each paper, memorising each note and placement on the piano. It was like muscle memory. She closed her eyes. Nerves set her stomach alive. All she had to do was just — play. Another knock at the door, and she was escorted to the far end of the grand hall. The concert hall within Peleș Castle glowed beneath the crystal chandeliers. The gathered guests, draped in fine garments, whispered to each other. Mirena walked onto the stage, curtsied and took her place at the Steinway grand, the polished keys gleaming beneath the soft light. She allowed herself a moment to breathe it all in. The evening’s program was firmly rooted in tradition. She played the carefully selected sonatas and nocturnes; chosen by Her Majesty Margereta of Romania herself, each piece played with the precision and grace that years of discipline had forged into muscle memory. With each piece, the audience responded with quiet approval. Throughout the performance, her thoughts occasionally brushed against the elusive melody from her dream. It was a faint pulse beneath the music, a whisper woven between the notes. She pushed it aside, focusing on the notes that had been etched into her fingers since childhood, the ones she knew would meet the audience’s approval. But as she continued to play, the dream’s melody pressed forward. It was a call she could no longer ignore, a thread pulling her back beneath the surface of rehearsal and routine. When the conductor nodded that he was ready for her to play Debussy’s Nocturne, Mirena’s hands hesitated only briefly before the keys began to speak a secret song. The orchestra halted. But Mirena continued. The melody unfolded slowly and hauntingly; a song born of a dream. It wove through the room like a whisper, binding the audience into a fragile enchantment. Posted by Mirena Corvin on Wed Aug 13, 2025, 19:08 [Reply to this]

	Black King Gage LeStat, Site Co Owner, BE Emperor, BK Ruler, Mr Duggars Mentor (Jacket Slut) BK BE TBC TGB SH HOD	A Dream The Black King needed rest. He had been worried about kingdom business regarding his sister Amara. Oh, how he loathed her. Gage hoped she were as far away from the Black Kingdom, as she could get. He bought a boarding pass along the main rail lines through the Carpathian Mountains. The kids no longer required looking after anymore. This was a relief to Gage that his children were all grown and that they were alright. He grabbed his belongings then handed his pass to the conductor. He quickly boarded then found his seat. He smiled as he looked around the quaint little cabin. He noticed other passengers, as they did him. He removed his hat, then ran his hands through his black hair moving his head, until it shook it in to place. He sat along the aisle seat. The clicking sound of the train upon the wooden tracks, made him sleepy. He slept in peace, from what had seemed an eternity. He could smell a lovely scent of Jasmine and Honeysuckle. In his dream, he was walking along a forest trail that had been walked through by creatures, beautiful animals that he rarely seen up close. Off in the distance he could hear a lonely wolf crying at the silvery moon. Gage smiled knowing what that felt like to be alone searching for what, he did not know. As he walked the crisp leaves and twigs broke apart under his feet. The path began to widen. Up ahead was a clearing. A small patch of fog formed at his feet. He looked up, then was standing inside of a meadow. He could hear a piano sonata playing. "Beautiful" He thought. He followed the notes of the melody through the meadow. Louder and louder they became. This melody was one he had never heard yet was so familiar, as if he had it memorized. Gage knew precisely which key was to be played next and so on. He smiled as the melodic haunting drew him in like a Yellow jacket to a Sunflower. Off in the distance he saw a mother Deer and her fawns. They were magnificent. No fear was shown to him, when the Doe looked into his eyes. He stood there in this tranquil moment taking it all in. In the middle of the meadow was a spot that looked to have the grasses removed. There in the center was an old Grand Piano with white roses adorning it. On the bench sat a blonde haired female, playing that familiar melody. The unnamed song. The one he had never heard but knew by heart. Lyrics came to his head as he walked towards the beautiful cantata. He was taken in by the melody. the sweet smell of the roses cascaded around him. He knew this was a dream but why was he having it? Whom was at the piano? As he stepped closer he stopped, then stood perfectly still. Every note pierced his heart not with anger or fear. with a loveliness he had never known. The next thing he knew was he was moving closer he was enchanted by her melodic, angelic, ways. Pure beauty was in his midst. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Yamu70Z_FI&list=RD5Yamu70Z_FI&start_radio=1 Posted by Black King Gage LeStat, Site Co Owner, BE Emperor, BK Ruler, Mr Duggars Mentor (Jacket Slut) BK BE TBC TGB SH HOD on Sun Aug 10, 2025, 19:08 [Reply to this]

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