The dream begins...
[SBLOCK]As you fall asleep, unpleasent visions cloud your mind. You struggle to wake up, to back away, but it is too late. You are caught in the web of sleep, but something wild coils within you, and you suddenly feel strong enough to continue despite your rising fear.
A sphere of ice and darkness hovers before you, bristling with thousands of tiny hair-like spines and utterly alone in a field of dim stars. It resonates with faint light, but exudes another, darker energy; a chorus of voices, arrogant and altogether alien. One of them absentmindedly calls up to you, as a master would call to a slave. The wildness in you churns and answers the call.
The sphere grows larger and larger, filling your vision, blotting out half of the sky, spreading and flattening as you drift towards it. The spines spread away as you draw closer and closer, and you see now that they are actually monoliths of impossible size, great towers of stone reaching miles above the ghostly glaciar of the surface into a sky of feeble starlight and frigid darkness.
You are drawn towards one of the towering spines, still far below you. The voice calls to you again and your shapeless form spirals to a point directly above the tower. Again the voice calls to you, and the wildness in you answers it, uncoiling through you like a dragon, like a river of fire and anger, like the wrath of the heavens themselves.
The alien voice from below issues a final frantic call of despair and disbelief as you rush downwards into its tower with hideous speed. Stone shatters, metal melts into streamers of slag, ice melts to vapor and rushes outward. A great shockwave of furious wind sweeps outward from your site of impact, peeling away the glacier and laying low the surrounding towers.
You come to rest in the center of the crater. Dust and vapor settle and time accelerates as your fear melts away. Two primal seeds germinate and sprout; the trees of Rhys' vision spring into the original dark tower's place, shedding light and warmth into the impact crater. An ocean settles around their island.
Life stirs from the ashes of the impact as the ocean covers them and sunlight brings them vigor. Along the ocean's outer rim, a forest sprouts, stretching outwards to the very limit of the warmth of the central trees' light. Palms give way to ferns, ferns give way to pines, and pines give way to frost-hardened lichens that cling to the shattered barrier edge of the glacier at the light's farthest edge. As jellyfish and turtles fill the ocean and dragonflies fill the sky, their flesh calls out its gratitude to you for the gift of release, for the blessings of freedom.[/SBLOCK]
