**A Dream of Grace**

Prompt: Hunchback of Norte dame fanfiction Esmeralda has the same dream every night a woman who tells her to build a church troubled by this she talks to the bishop the bishop tells her to ask the woman who she is the next Esmeralda does this and the woman tells her that she is the immaculate conception that’s when Esmeralda realizes the woman is Mary

Esmeralda stirred restlessly in her sleep, the familiar voice dancing through her dreams like a zephyr among the trees. Each night, it enveloped her, pulling her deeper into a vision that felt like both a blessing and a curse. Standing before her was a woman of ethereal beauty, her presence radiating an aura of serenity that captivated Esmeralda's heart. She wore a white robe adorned with delicate patterns, a veil framing her face that glimmered like the first light of dawn. “Build a church,” the woman whispered, her voice both tender and commanding. “It is your purpose.” The dream would always dissolve before Esmeralda could glean more from the woman—their conversations, though fleeting, were filled with an inexplicable sense of urgency. Each awakening stripped her of the dream’s warmth, leaving behind a chill of uncertainty and unanswered questions that haunted her throughout her days. Troubled by the recurring visions, Esmeralda decided to voice her concerns to someone she believed could provide guidance: the esteemed Bishop of Notre Dame. It was a bold decision, especially for a Romani woman who had felt the weight of prejudice and struggle throughout her life, but the dreams demanded action. The following morning, she approached the grand cathedral. Its stone façade loomed above her, like a protector watchful over the streets of Paris. Inside the hallowed walls, she found the bishop, his robes flowing elegantly as he paced the isles, deep in thought. “Your Excellency,” Esmeralda began, her voice steady despite her nerves. “I seek your counsel.” The bishop turned, a kind smile gracing his lips. “Esmeralda, my child, what troubles you?” “I have been visited in my dreams by a woman who tells me to build a church. She speaks with such grace and fervor that I cannot help but feel her words carry weight.” The bishop listened intently as she recounted her dreams, his expression shifting from curiosity to contemplation. When she finished, he nodded slowly. “It is indeed a sign, my dear. A divine calling perhaps. I encourage you to ask her who she is in your next encounter.” Esmeralda’s heart raced as she considered his advice. The next night, as the familiar dream washed over her, she found herself standing once more in that serene landscape, bathed in the soft glow of an otherworldly light. “Who are you?” Esmeralda implored, her voice trembling yet filled with conviction. “Please, reveal your name.” The woman turned to her, a gentle smile blooming on her lips. “I am the Immaculate Conception,” she replied, her words resonating with a celestial echo that sent chills down Esmeralda’s spine. Realization struck her with the force of a thunderclap. This wasn’t merely a spiritual guide or an abstract dream; this was Mary, the mother of all, the symbol of purity and grace. A wave of warmth engulfed Esmeralda, filling her heart with an understanding that transcended her earthly struggles. “Why have you come to me?” Esmeralda asked, her voice a mere whisper now. “What is it that you wish for me to achieve?” “The church you must build,” Mary replied, her eyes reflecting the depth of compassion and wisdom, “is not solely of stone and wood, but of love and acceptance. In a world marred by prejudice and pain, your call is to create a sanctuary for those in need, a place where all souls are welcomed, regardless of their past or origins.” Esmeralda felt the weight of those words settle within her. It was a mission that encompassed not just faith but also her own experiences as a woman who had been marginalized and misunderstood. Her heart swelled with the vision of a church, not only as a structure of worship but as a beacon of hope and a refuge for the downtrodden. Upon awakening, Esmeralda’s resolve was stronger than ever. She set about gathering the support of her community, sharing her dream with others who believed in the power of acceptance and unity. Those who had once shunned her for her heritage began to listen, drawn together by a common goal. They worked tirelessly to establish a church that would serve not only as a place of worship but a hub for anyone seeking solace—a sanctuary for the weary and the lost. As the community came together, building walls and laying foundations, the spirit of camaraderie thrived, and the seeds of change took root. Months passed, and as the structure rose towards the heavens, Esmeralda could feel Mary’s presence guiding her, the dreams manifesting into reality. The church stood as a testament to love, acceptance, and the notion that everyone deserved a place to belong. Finally, on the day of the inauguration, the sun bathed the new church in golden light, as if the divine had blessed the endeavor. People from all walks of life gathered, a tapestry of humanity that filled the pews with hope and joy. Esmeralda stood at the front, her heart brimming with pride and gratitude. As the bishop presided over the ceremony, he spoke of the importance of love, compassion, and understanding. He told stories of those who had built bridges of acceptance, inspired by Esmeralda’s vision. And as the crowd sang hymns that echoed through the arches, Esmeralda felt an overwhelming sense of peace settle in her heart. That night, Esmeralda slept with a tranquil heart, and once again, she entered the realm of dreams. Mary was there, her smile radiant. “Through you, my child, I have seen the light returned to many, the spirit of hope restored. This church is but the beginning of a legacy.” Esmeralda stepped forward, feeling the warmth of Mary’s love envelop her. “Thank you for leading me, for showing me my path,” she said, her voice steady. “I will never forget that the true church lies not in walls of stone, but in the hearts of those we embrace.” And in that moment, Esmeralda understood the power of her journey—a journey fueled by dreams, compassion, and a calling that transcended the boundaries of this world.