The Dreams

[Sh'ozak Ma'hk'null]

Dreams unsoiled by wishes. Truth in it's final form.

Our Dreams are unfiltered, unchanged.

We know to Dream. The Schemer's words ring false this time.

But we do not Dream in falsities. Thus it is painful.

The dream begins in an experience already had. The Infiltrators brought to them ten thousand opportunities. They performed tests, searching for the most efficient path. They found it.

What paths lay before us?
The dream opens, showing the micro-organisms that make up their veils. They change, becoming disorganized. They consume water, and produce the substance. as planned.

The organisms are planted near a colony, on a verdant planet. They spread, feeding on the water within the flora, within the rocks, within the fauna. Human bodies litter the ground, blood flowing in puddles. The poison destroys the cellular membranes, liquifying them. A few crawl towards the fleeing ships. They are left behind.

The screaming humans on the surface are fabrications in the Dream, but the hate they cry out with is very real. Humans abandon their own to save themselves. This suffering is what they deserve.

Time quickly skims along. The flora quickly adapts to the organisms. They fauna dies off, and is replaced.

An option. Yet it poses a threat to that which we must protect.

Another one?

Another one.

Another one.

Another one.

Another one.

Another one.

Another one.

We begin again, with a different path in mind.

The dream begins over a desert world. Battleships loom in the distance, fighting a small group of Lightbearers. In a flash of light, a massive shell flanked by Ishtar shells appears. The Battleships turn, but are too distant to stop what is already in motion. Many ships flee the surface-

Unacceptable.

The dream begins again in the flash of light. This time, the Lightbringer is larger, and a swarm of smaller shells emerge from it to intercept the fleeing ships. As flaming hulls crash back down onto the world, the Lightbringer unleashes a spear of energy that pierces through it with ease, transforming the desert moon into a torus of molten debris. As the flanking Lightbearers leave the side of the Lightbringer to delay the enraged approach of the battleships, thousands of voices crying out in anger, the Lightbringer disappears in the same flash of light.

A light whisper echoes. Laughter. The Bloodletter's knowledge brings a greater wisdom.

The dream begins again, away from the desert world. A station nearby. Many humans pass through it, and many more defend it with religious fervor. Lightbearers assault from the outside, and the zealots that defend it rush towards them. The flash of light appears, and the Lightbringer is shown. Quickly, the defenders seek to avert their path, but the Lightbearers are just as quick to punish them for their distraction. Many hulls seek to escape the station, and the swarm unleashed from the Lightbringer sends just as many hulls careening off in pinwheels of flame. The spear of light is unleashed, piercing through the station and carrying on into the depths.

Screams of despair, tens of thousands of voices crying in fear, in desperation. Nearby, larger shells belonging to the dark ones charge forward. They are outmatched by the Lightbringer's escort. They are designed for fleeing, for defending, for cowardice. Easy prey.

The Dream skims forward from the destruction of the station. The cowardly ones attempt a retaliation. It is fueled only by sorrow and anger. There is no thought behind it, it is deflected easily. An easier target indeed.

This Dream is enjoyable, yet this path may still damage that which we must protect. Choices are laid before us. We will advise, we will be advised. We shall have a path forward.

The words of the Greymind ring true. Vengeance is enjoyable. Soon they shall have it.