Since I began dreaming of the manor, several things have been bothering me.
One of those things is the way I keep hearing a voice that seems to belong to you calling out to me.
Another is that voices that seem like those of the dead cause a strong desire somewhere within me to see those who have passed away.
I wonder if everyone has dreams like this. The same dream repeats again and again like some kind of rhythm or beat; furthermore, it continues perfectly from where it left off the previous night every time, just like a story, but I suppose I shouldn't pay it much heed.
Perhaps it's just a memory or reminiscence stowed somewhere within my heart, but it feels as though maybe rather than being a distinct memory I have it's like a hallucination occurring for real before my eyes.
I suppose that by now you will be surrounded by snow there. Take care not to overdo it.