She had to pinch herself many times to make sure that she wasn’t hallucinating. The young waitress, in all her life, had never imagined that she could meet such an incredible place like that. It looked like an infinite starry sky, but she wasn’t looking at it: she was on it.

  Everything was made of light, but it was like there were many kinds of it: palpable, with smell, slender or short, immense with the size of the sun or small like a firefly. At every instant, she looked at the guy and realized she wasn’t the only one amazed by the scenario.

- It’s beautiful, isn’t it? - She whispered to him.

- A lot. - He turned himself to Yala. - Why haven’t I ever come here before?

- Because here is where you go through, while you sleep, to go to the Kingdom of Dreams or any other place, like it’s your case. It is roads sewn by weaver spiders, in service to the Weavers. - The ancient sounded nostalgic. - For ages I travelled through those paths guiding you, mortals.

- Ma’am, sorry for the question, but… if you can come here, why don’t you just go back to the Kingdom of Dreams? - The little lady was always trying to speak with caution and respect because, sometimes, she felt like an intruder in the situation. 

- It would be irresponsible to abandon my runes in the vastness. I was lucky that nothing that compromised the Web have happened. - The witch pondered. - As I hope, at least. - She pointed, ahead, to a creature with a weird form, changing the focus of the conversation. - Look! A weaver spider! They’re beings without a conscience, programmed not to leave anything loose in the universe. - While she spoke, a spider the size of a city block walked through the light in a disturbing speed. She was sewing scattered points and, even looking like a random work, the result was flawlessly beautiful. From one of the recently connected light points, a huge being came out, walking slowly through the light road created by the spider. - You two are very lucky. That one is a tapir.

  The two of them exchanged looks, observing the tapir without understanding very well what she was doing there, until the young woman asked:

- But… aren’t tapirs animals from our world?

- Actually, those tapirs are descendants of these tapirs. Why do you think that the japanese think they feed on dreams? - Yala smiled to the girl. - She is like me. Basically, there are many aspects of me, one for each world, putting in a simple way. - They observed the gigantic tapir for some time while it walked from a light point to another, dissolving into colorful sparks when reaching its destiny.

- And your sister, the one I found at that time, does she also walk through the worlds? - The guy remembered, but in saying this, he saw Yala’s face become stern. - Is she an aspect of you?

- No. - She answered, trying to disguise her irritation. - She plays another function, not higher, nor below. There is no hierarchy among us, perpetual creatures, like there is among you, humans. Every time that a necessity comes up,  a new entity responsible for that is born and, if other perpetuals by any chance disdain of that, it doesn’t take too long until they are surprised by the relevance conquered by this necessity. - The witch realized that, as much as she tried, she couldn’t hide the rage in her voice.

- What is a “perpetual”? - Asked the boy, provoking a sigh of relief in the Daughter of Movement. He felt that it wasn’t the moment to ask about her family.

- It’s an aspect that makes up a reality. I represent the movement between the Material World and the Kingdom of Dreams, but my father, the Weaver of Movement, represents any movement. - Both made funny faces without understanding very well what she was saying. She sighed, still a little irritated. - It’s always hard to put that in an intelligible way. - When she finishes talking, she realized the rudeness of her affirmation. - Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, but it’s a matter connected to the place occupied by each one in the universe - she looked around, searching for a way to explain. - For example, you two are very lucky that your perception doesn’t allow you to see things like me. I imagine that you can only perceive different kinds of light, isn’t it right? - Both agreed with a nod. - Each one of you sees the Web in a way. - Before she could continue, she stopped suddenly. - We have arrived.

  There was nothing different there, where they stopped. until the witch moved her hands and a crack opened in the air.

- Get in.

- What’s in there? - The girl spoke, timorous.

- A place where I keep my memories. The human body doesn’t have the capacity to keep so much time of accumulated experiences, so, I needed to find a way to preserve everything that I’ve lived. - And as soon as both of them crossed the crack, Yala followed them, vanishing in the air.

  The place smelled like herbs and flowers and, as they walked, they noticed that the floor was changing from light to solid ground. Little by little, the place revealed itself a gigantic garden, with bushes of the most varied flower species - most of them unknown - and the guy was almost sure that it was always spring in there. But, unlike him, the little lady seemed… disappointed.

- What’s up, my dear? - The witch asked.

- I don’t know. I didn’t expect to see something from my world, you know?

- I understand perfectly. - Said Yala. - I created this place based on my dearest memories. Each little bit of it is a perfect replication of my first contact with your world - she closed her eyes and breathed deeply many times, feeling the mixed aromas in the small atmosphere. - Imagine that you had the possibility to return, every time you wanted, to the most perfect moments of your lives. This is my temple and each one of these flowers is a memory. - Yala spoke as she walked on the side of the bushes and, at each flower she touched, a spark of fire jumped. - I think I don’t need to ask you not to touch anything… Just one of these flowers would be enough to drive you mad.

  The guy swallowed.  He was already questioning his sanity, lately, due to his dreams and the accumulated sensations within his soul. He asked himself whether it was possible for a perpetual to go crazy.

- Where did I keep… - The ancient was looking for a specific flower, but couldn’t find it. - It’s ironic to save your memories, but not remembering where, exactly… If you see a blue flower, in flames, let me know. Once it’s a memory connected to a rune, she has practically her own life and can be anywhere in this garden. - Next, the three of them were traversing the space, separately.

  The place, that first looked immense, soon revealed itself as an illusion created by the witch and was, actually, the size of a suburban house garden. Her justification was simple: she didn’t like the feeling of confinement, and because of that, created a garden that was always in spring. The waitress was cautious as she walked, but it didn’t take long for the sensation of disappointment to pass. The more she got inside the garden, the more in love she got for flowers she had never seen and colors that danced in the air. When she realized, she was smiling without a reason and was close enough to the flowers so that she could smell them. Her attention got lost to the point that she was amazed by a plant that was different from all the others: a white rose. It didn’t have anything special, like the others, it didn’t glow, nor sparkled, it was a normal flower and, forgetting what the witch had asked, she got so close to inhale its aroma that her lips touched gently the soft petals and, when she fell in her senses, she was surrounded by darkness.

- You are weak, Yala, that’s why you’re here, in the Kingdom of Dreams.

- To your eyes, maybe, my sister. But you know very well what I’m capable of. - A slender Yala, whose aura shone with an intense blue, was immobile, in front of a woman with long black hair and dressed in white.

- HAHAHAHAHA! - The woman’s laughter echoed through the skies. - Said the humans’ babysitter. You powers are nothing among us, perpetual creatures, that’s why Movement kept you here, trapped with that useless Dream.

  The young Yala didn’t look shaken with that, on the contrary, she emanated even more strength and confidence. 

- Sister, your presumption will take you to the Eternal Emptiness. Do you think that guarding the rooms of a Weaver is more important than any other function in the Web? You’re the one trapped. - The woman in white growled irritated and her eyes, before totally white, now showed red pupils craving for revenge. And when she seemed ready to attack, the woman was wrapped by a  wind cocoon and a voice that came from everywhere said something incomprehensible . Everything went pale and her eyes were without focus, staring at an old lady and a young guy.

- Wake up! - Yala was shaking the girl. - If she doesn’t wake up soon, she can get lost forever in my memories! - The witch searched her bag until she found a small flask, which she untapped and got close to the semi-conscious girl’s nostrils. Her eyes got wide and she stood up from the ground, gasping.

- I’m sorry, ma’am! I only wanted to smell the flower that looked normal. I didn’t want to see anything of that, please forgive me! - But, instead of recriminating her, Yala landed her hands on the woman’s shoulder and she, subtly, calmed herself.

- It’s alright. With no preparing it is very easy to let oneself be seduced by this place. - The witch put the flask back. - Soon, you won’t remember what you just saw. - The boy only observed them both, scared.

  They decided to search together for the memory, for safety, and soon found the fire-flower, hidden in a violet bush. It was tiny, a little bigger than a bee, and emitted an intense light, the reason why it was relatively difficult to find it. Yala took the tiny flower on her hands and soon its flame expanded itself through the whole garden and, at the same speed, it compressed back, vanishing without leaving any trace.

- Ma’am? - Asked the girl, lightly.

- I just absorbed the memory. I can take a while to process the information, that’s why I suggest that we return to the cafeteria and listen to some more of our friend’s dreams.

  On their way back, both humans still admired the infinity of paths, though, there was a new sensation, of movement, that wasn’t there before. The first to notice was the girl.

- Did you feel that?

- What’s that? - Asked the guy. He wondered if touching Yala’s memory had awakened something inside her, maybe a more acute sensibility for magic. The witch, on the other hand, was at the same time attentive and apprehensive.

- It’s like I’m connected to everything, but growing, you know? - Said the young lady, excited. Yala sighed, relieved, but the chill on the back of her neck didn’t let the relief go for too long. They were being followed, but she couldn’t trace who or what was doing that.

- Yala? - Called the guy, taking her from her alert state.

- Expansion, that’s the word. She came back to the talk. - All of this that we’re seeing expands itself very quickly and, as you’re walking through the Web, there’s nothing more normal than getting used to it. - She turned to the young lady. - Specially you, who practically lived one of my memories. Even if I forget it, its marks are going to stay forever on you.

- Does it mean that we are expanding? - Asked the girl. - Or that our conscience is expanding?

- What’s the difference between you and your conscience? - Provoked the witch, without giving continuity to the matter. She stopped, and with a hand gesture, opened a crack and both of them crossed the whole in the air. The witch turned to the Web, before crossing, and said, in an old language:

- Sister, I know you are following us since we arrived here. - If you are with my horns, I’d be able to see you with accuracy, that’s why you gathered all your energy in order not to demonstrate vulnerability. - I still pray that you find peace inside of you. - And crossed the crack.

  There, in the darkness, a woman with empty eyes stared at the exact point where Yala had been. She laughed, debauched.

- Following your desires let you weaker than you’d always been. Your body is old and without magic… - With a hand gesture, something like a window opened itself were the crack was before and the woman observed Yala and the two mortals, thinking about how they were fragile and vulnerable. - You are lucky that I have no permission to walk between dimensions… But when you return to the Kingdom of Dreams, I’ll be waiting for you with my arms wide open, little sister.