the alta is destroyed now but it was briefly active
its mind control effect reached everyone in shaarat including medya and i so we both had troubling dreams
she circled a cluster of beautiful and opulent towers in the clouds but every time she tried to get close she felt exposed like being scrutinized by a thousand eyes so she was forced to turn away
then she couldn't find a cloud to rest on and when she ran out of strength and started to fall she called out for me—
i was on the city streets which were clean and sterile and grey and impoverished
groups of people gathered to raise their faces and arms to the sky to sing their praises in unison and beg for gifts from those above
nobody saw or heard me as if i weren't even there
i heard insects like cicadas but louder and harsher and with a longer rhythm
i looked toward the sky and it seemed to stare back down at me just like how medya described
i got so scared i called out for her—
we woke up together and just cuddled close for a while
that was the dream of the winterwolves
they want to eliminate harmony and enforce a single voice
they want every bit of us to die except the bits that would worship them just to stay alive