It was another calm, peaceful, silent spring night.

You were getting ready for bed, tucking yourself in. Your “bedroom” was in the attic. None, and I mean none of your family liked your existence. You were never bid good night, greeted good morning, and rarely ever spoken to by your parents and siblings. And when you were, you knew it was something bad.

You sighed, and fell asleep.

You’ve seldom had a good dream, but, tonight, you’ve magically gotten one somehow.

There was a black figure in a blue dress, the skirt part of the dress having a bow on the back of the waist. She had one big blue eye, beautiful, flowy white hair, and a white pearl necklace, with a blue pendant. She had a blue hat, with white roses on them. She had blue heels, that had white straps on them. She had white gloves on her hands, standing in a polite position, gently looking down at you.

“Greetings. I am Mother Eye. You may call me that, or simply ‘Mother’. Please rest here while your body is healing.” The figure said, nodding at you. “What is your name, child?” She gently asked, her eye blinking at you once. “Preferred name, of course. And your pronouns, if you do not mind.” She continued.