Hiraethian journey

Laid down and A Thing happened in headspace. Tried to write it on twitter but my phone rebooted at the first word... Too long anyway. Half asleep typing this and it doesnt autocorrect so forgive haphazard typing.

Troubled by the distance from headspace for a while... Since the breakup really. Between that emotional turmoil and the move, a disconnect has happened. It occurs sometimes but i still hate it. Anyway. Thinking of this, i find myself Inside. In Hiraeth.

In a pure white shaft, like a chapel offroom. The pure churchlike natural lit atmosphere rings of the Order immediately. Find that im in dragon form. Curl on floor, wait for someone to appear. No one does. Instead after a few moments i feel pulled to fly straight up, to the ceiling. So i open my black wings and go. I fly straight upward, and in midair i realize im carrying something in my forelegs, a bundle in shining white fabric. I make peace with the fact that i cant make out what it is yet.
I clip straight through the ceiling and find myself outside in a pure, achingly huge blue sky. I land on the now solid roof. [Video game physics logic in headspace... Lol]
I look around. Nothing. No ground even. Just me and this pure white spire. Slowly start to feel vines twist around my neck, limbs, horns. Even twist right around my snout and jaws as if to muzzle me, but slip off right away, playful. 30ish seconds after the vines wind around a given area, they vanish from that spot, but continue presently to snake through my feathers and curl between my scales and around my horns and belly plates and griff.
I realize i am still holding the bundle. Still cannot gauge what it is, but its slightly heavy, soft and the way its weighted makes me suspect, possibly something alive?
I know Trolley is here, but she makes no appearance other than the vines. We talk about distance, and about the changes. I voice queries reflecting my fears. Fear that headspace has somehow changed drastically because of how differently i live now. She puts my fears to rest.
Its at this point i realize i am now lying on a white cloud, no longer on a spire. And Nentor, Trolley's avatar, is curled around my side. His grinning skull face looks into my horned one as Trolley's gentle voice emanates from the still, bony jaws. As she speaks of Hiraeth and its nature and my relationship to it, Nentor opens his jaws and places them around the top of my neck, just behind the horns and mane, as if he were going to kill me. He closes his jaws in a mock killing bite, which just phases through me harmlessly. It feels quite cold inside my neck. He whips around and circles me, and i see that the leafy foliage that usually covers his blackened bones is currently one giant, mustelid shaped bloom of pink sakura blossoms.
Trolley directs my attention to the bundle in my arms. It feels more and more like a living body. I put it down, still wrapped in gleaming white cloth. She directs me to open it. When i do, the shape inside takes a while to assert itself, but eventually my eyes see that it is a Sylveon. Inert, limp and neutral, as if unconscious or asleep.
I find myself confused. Until trolley speaks. I have never given you a form before, she says. But youve felt so drawn to this one, havent you?
Of course i have.
Im going to give this one to you. Later on, youll figure out why you need this. Just as you figured it out when i told you youd learn the name of Hiraeth whem you flew out west. And so you did, in time.
Already, my eyes feel blue instead of orange. I feel slightly bewildered, but not overly frightened.
She asks me if i am ready, then all at once to suck my soul into the Sylveon body...

And here i am now.