Nine of Swords

You had been dreaming so long that to wake is to lose a whole world.
Gold and sunrises and the skies you flew up into and the houses with ever new rooms behind curiously shaped doors. Nightmare creatures, old lovers, crones who offer you knowledge after you pass the test. Corridors. Elevators. All of them fading now. Who would have guessed that the empty room is the truth. That the day begins before the dawn in the dark. That wisdom cannot be seen or heard or touched, and cannot be lost.