Since leaving the temple the nights have been silent, no dreams, no whispers. Only the days themselves spinning around in your head. But tonight, tonight is different. You find yourself standing in a empty place filled with winds of different colors all shades of blacks and whites flowing all around you. You look around you and at at your side stand the shapes and shades of people, appearing as clouds of smoke barely held together in the blowing wind of this place. You see a figure in front of you, clothed in white more solid than the visages at your sides, and only darkness where is face should be set under the empty hood of his robe. He raises an arm and a hand appears from the fringes of the cloak, bones wrapped in whispy light, a single finger extends, pointing, it points to a blurry figure standing next to you, the other hand of the creature holds a long curved blade of silvery metal attached to a long black slick looking woden handle.The figure that stands next to you whose features you can not clearly seen seems to be pulled fowards. As it is being pulled foward the figure that was once beside you shifts slightly and seems to turn to you and reach out. Its hands grab for you but they find no purchase. You can see this person being dragged away. You bow your head slightly and as you do there is a flash of brilliant white light, the robes figure before you notices the light and seems to peer around for a moment before it withdraws it’s hand, as it does it turns, the cloak shifts as the faceless form seems to peer at you. As it does the person next to you seems to slip back to its original place next to you. This robed figure lowers its arms and turns away. You awaken from the dream.

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