Little Black Dreams 02 Vani 13yo - - Apr 20... -

At thirteen, her dreams are not just dark—they are alive , breathing in the spaces between math homework and sleep. She collects them in a jar, each one a fossil of a fear: the fear of being small, the fear of growing too much. Some nights, they curl at her feet like cats, purring riddles. Others, they rise as storms, demanding she answer why the stars don’t answer back.