I dreamed of moonlight Oceans of it Silver and endless, stretching in every direction

I was floating in it, weightless, formless

No body. No pain

Just light

A voice spoke

Old. Feminine. Vast

You are learning, child

I tried to answer, I had no mouth, no throat, no lungs.

The gift of healing is the rarest of the Moon Blessed abilities. It has not manifested in a thousand years

The moonlight rippled around me

Warm. Gentle

Like being held

It comes at a cost. Every wound you heal, you carry. Every life you save, you give a piece of your own

I understood

Somewhere beyond the dream, beyond the silver...