zooophagous:

Illustrated the dream I had, finally.

In this dream, I was in a red desert. Set came out of the sun and gave me a pair of broken owl wings. There were no spoken words but the implication was that I could repair them and they could fly again.

There wasn’t much in the desert to fix them with, but somehow or other I managed to set the bones and replace some ruined feathers. The last thing I remember is Set holding the wings up to the sun, letting light shine through to look for hidden defects. I felt I was successful.