In the previous weeks, things had been good. Another artifact had been resurrected from the depths of Mythris, and they were getting closer. Closer to the end of all this madness, of the plague and its worry, it'd set upon their strong shoulders. They could only hold it all for so long before it started to chip away at their resolve. Closer to the start of her and N​ó​ttin's life together, as a married couple, as parents.

But this week, it had raised all kinds of red flags in her mind. There were no visions to accommodate the Blood Moon nor a nightmare. It just was, and Dalamtia found that even more scary than the premonitions. As the darkness deepened throughout the week, her fear intensified. She truly wondered if there would be a week after this one, or if today was their last one.

When the spotted Dove awoke, early as she usually did, the Blood Moon had eaten the stars and any oncoming presence of the sun. She was shocked to find the lack of stars, the empty sky with only one center-piece, the moon's glowing red eye. It seemed to beat in the sky, like a bleeding heart, and she could feel the blood rush in her ears as she backed into the den. There was a heavy mist, it tempted Dal to walk into its coiling tendrils, beckoning her to go to a life beyond this one — maybe where her mother had gone, to become one with the earth itself. But she resisted; here was a life with her fiancé, who slept not far behind her. A fiancé she ran to, in hopes that he could wake her from this childish nightmare.

Nóttin? She cooed into her sleeping lover's ear, trying to remain as calm as she could, but felt almost breathless. Can you wake for me, my Glacier?