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He'd had a dream. Of a land he didn't recognize, though admittedly he hadn't seen much. He just kinda... knew. It was weird.

He remembered flying, or maybe falling, residing high above the ground where he could see it all as it changed. The pulsating blue landscape, the creatures of every shape and size all waking up to their world, lush and perfect and pristine. It was nice. Mythris was pleased.

He saw the split, the explosion of energy that tore the continent in half. He saw their panic, their fear. He saw them die.

He heard the voice, one he didn't recognize. He squinted against the light—

And suddenly he was awake, his heart thrumming frantically in his chest. It was muggy from the rain, but warm and safe. He could hear Bragi breathing beside him and turned to look at her, but she was still asleep. He felt like there was something important... His little face split in a long, lazy yawn. He shifted a bit to tuck himself in the space between her neck and chest and breathed a heavy, contented sigh. Ehh, he couldn't even remember what he was so worried about.
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