[cyrevan]

Thank you so much for this beautiful Kalon! I wasn't sure what to put here so here's my form again

In all of my years of living, I had never set foot outside this city. Everything I needed was right here, so I didn’t mind. This was my home, and I had never longed for anything else.

Until, all of a sudden, I did.

It started out with a dream.
I was standing toe deep in a pool of crystal blue water, unlike any water I had ever seen in the city. I could feel sand beneath my feet, and although I generally did not enjoy the feeling of sand between my toes, the way this sand flowed around my feet was rather relaxing. Upon the shore were a few tall plants; I recognized them as palm trees from the intricate painting my mother used to have hung above her bed. Past the trees was an ocean of sand, a vast expanse of yellow hills that never seemed to end. Tentatively, I picked up my paw and began to walk. Clouds of dust billowed under my paws, turning the perfect water slightly gray as I approached the shore. A slight wind rustled through the massive leaves of the palms up above, and suddenly, the sand upon the dunes began to lift off, spiraling around in the air like pixie dust.
I began to take another step, when suddenly, I was lifted from my dream.

After about a day, I had forgotten the dream. It didn’t seem important compared to everything else going on in my life, and soon enough, I fell back into the same routine as always. Wake, eat, work, and sleep. Nothing more to it.
Maybe a month later, the dream came back. I was standing upon the shore, in the same place I had left off at last time. The sand was swirling around in the air, just like it was in my first dream. Everything was the same… Except one thing.
This time, there was someone on the other side of the oasis. I couldn’t quite make out their features from this distance, but I didn’t need to, because sure enough the figure began wading towards me through the shallow water.
I tried to say something, but my voice was stuck in my throat. The figure kept coming closer, until I could make out some of the details. It was not a Kalon like me, but a creature I had never seen before. It had a beak like a bird and large wings, but walked upon four paws and was covered with fur. I racked my brain for information, but I could not figure out what it was.
The mysterious creature reached the shore, and we made eye contact. “It’s time to wander.” The figure said, with a strong, silky accent unlike any I had ever heard before.
Then, it scrawled a few numbers in the sand.
59.20.11.
It opened its mouth to speak again, but a loud sound interrupted the scene and my body jolted awake.
6 AM. Time to get up.

That time, I did not forget the dream. It all seemed too real for that, and it consumed my thoughts. Even the numbers the being had written in the sand remained in my brain.
After work a few days later, I went to the library to research. After some difficulties, I finally found what I was looking for: a mythical creature called a gryphon.
I had never heard of such a thing before, but yet, the one in my dream was so accurate to the detailed illustrations upon the faded pages.
A large beak, a heavyset body, thick fur, and wings. Just like in the dream.
As I was flipping through the book, I noticed something on the last page: a small faded sticky note. Thin blue letters were scrawled upon it, and peering closer at it, I could make out what it said.
“We’re waiting. 59.20.11.”

It was those numbers again. I sat there for a moment, and then it hit me.
They were coordinates.
And I needed to follow them.