Dream of the Highborne

I was being kept well hidden, as not to endanger my being, or others’. The dark chambers were small and smelt like rust. Going through the sewage, like other Confessors before me, I tried not to get lost and let my bones rest here for eternity.
The elven gardens were wide, full of flowers and paved with white stones. I recognised a few familiar faces which passed me quickly. I was singing the Lament of the Highborne, and, somehow, all the words resonated through the lands. I went closer to a bunch of flowers: snapdragons. They were a dark shade of purple, almost black. I’ve never seen them in such colors, and was amazed of the way they stood up through all the bright-coloured flowers there.