The song. The song. The bard was compelled to this door the moment their voices touched his ears. He enters this place, wherever in Mythris it might be, for the Northern Alpine would never be a place which Jaskier would think to go. But it is their song which carries him, which sparkles static energy through his body to give warmth where the cold had brought him to his knees. And there - there, light begins to shine through the darkness. A warmth on his back he had not felt in months. So the bard would do as he did best and raise his voice to sing! Sing until the world was right and whole again.

The Pheonix had heard his voice before she had seen him. It was his hymn which brought her forward, stepping into the portal which brought a cold deeper than she had ever felt in all her life. She felt her body immediately slow, thought soon her heart might stop, but there again, she could hear his song over the dark sky. The dark sky which began to open, pouring Ra's warm light upon her.

Setemhotep. ‘I hear you, I hear you!’ She would howl out to the skies, though surely her voice might be lost among the many.

Then comes another voice. This is the voice of Senmut. He bleeds devotion to his people, even as his mantle has turned to crumble. She smiles, for he is devout. And though her paws are numb and she feels she can barely catch her breath, she cries out in mournful song, praying for Ra's life-giving light returned to them.

These dreams, they plagued him, taking the rest from his sleep as they invaded his mind. It spoke of the world's wreckage, manifested by their own betrayal. Yaalk'ali had seen such things, but had forced himself to remain centered to what he knew and move on, as caribou hunters always had. Was it even real? Or was this all but a test of the spirits? Ice Raven demanded its own level of cruelty, while The Widow came for battle and death. The Vengeful One, even? In this never-ending darkness, he moved freely, drinking the fear which spilled through this world.

Wharever it was, Yaalk'ali wanted no part of this shit and he wasn't any hero either. He'd seek the path which seemed to offer a haven of protection from this mess, if it meant saving his own skin and sleeping soundlessly again. Would he be returned to the place he once was, among Saatsine? Or would he be forced into new, unknown lands to begin again?

Either way, he sought the light. The rest of Sun Clan would surely follow.

Oakley was relatively new to this world and it was a strange one indeed. In fact, he didn't quite realize it was a different world all together, for he had been traveling far longer than he would have ever imagined. Crossed many, many miles of new places, none which he stayed long enough to call home. …But this? This, magic? He had never seen colorful flames before, had never seen the world crack and emit blue light. Had never had such insane dreams which seemed to come to life or be without the sun in so very long…

Where was he? What was happening? It was a terrifying experience, for the most part, causing the young wolf to try and simply survive. Sleep would not even offer him respite from the chaos and now he found himself before three portals. Portals?? The young wolf barely could make sense of it and with a shuttle and tearing of his eyes, he steps towards the opening where song could be heard.

It was a cold place, dreadfully so. It reminded him of the Wall in Torbine. It was the only thing which came close to such. Yet as those all around continued to sing, the skies began to open up, streams of light pouring down on them. His heart sounded hard in his chest. His breath hitching. Please, please come back! He prayed to the Sun, he prayed for its return and so too lifted his muzzle in song.

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She did not know exactly what it was that kept drawing her to her dreams. But it felt important — it felt like she had something that she needed to do. The little girl couldn't exactly explain it, but ... she just knew it. 

And her dreams felt so vivid today. So big. There were so many others here, too. Sazora would wonder ... was this a dream at all?

Mama! Her voice squeaked through the darkness as she saw the form of her mother drifting toward a door. A door where voices were rising, waving upward in volume in a strange and hypnotizing wave. It stole her attention, drawing her wobbling little frame ever closer. She felt pulled, compelled to join them as her little legs took her scrambling after Ivandri.

Bright gaze, innocent and steely blue, would look upward and watch as her mother lifted a beautiful voice toward the sky. All of the voices conjoined around her in such an eerie song ... and Sazora would lift her own head, releasing a series of puppy yips and howls and cries.

This was it: the important thing!

She could do it!

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