Exhausted from recent events and the stress of my craft changing, I sleep soundly though the rumbling. In my dreams, dragons made of crackling gold energy chase bunnies across an open field, darkness billowing behind them. They devour any they catch. Then comes a terrible shaking. The ground opens up and we are all swallowed whole. Falling through the darkness, bunnies and dragons fade away. The falling sensation ceases, but there is no bottom. For a while I just float. Then something new emerges from the darkness...
