My dreams have been strange, of late.
I dreamed of an endless bell that rang from within my mind. I dreamed of an orb of steel and glass, and a battle between the Serpent, the Hand, and the Sun. I dreamed of a blasphemous Book to an Age that should not have been.
These things have the wrong character to be prophecy, but they are more vivid than mere dreaming. They are not true dreams, but they are Dreams.
Some days, I think I spend longer asleep than awake.
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