Words of quiet compassion, of kindness and connection seep into the winter air as you crowd around this stranger.
If Dre Klage were here, perhaps your fates would be different.
But instead, there is a voice that creeps into each of your minds:
Lik! olir drire!It is the familiar sound of the dream visitor’s voice that momentarily turns your attention away from the fallen man, certainly dazed as the piles of snow crumble around him.
It seems that in his descent, he unearthed something special. A pulsing blue glow flickers beneath the mound of white, sinking deeper into the snow pile, as your companion stumbles to his feet.
An lose ut!The voice inside your brain seems to snap. It appears the dream visitor’s patience might be unraveling.
Shiel dre tlie, kiky!