Felltree Marsh Thalassa

In some instance or another, he ran from the fire, or he billowed from it like smoke as the world burned. The cold did not penetrate the delusion; everywhere hurt to touch because everywhere wanted to singe away his fur, or melt his skin, and through it Hypnos traveled, lost to this walking nightmare.

Hypnos would have slogged mindlessly through the bog of this place, had there been anything but the solidity of ice and solid mud to meet him. The pounding of his steps did nothing but drum him deeper in to the falsehood of his reality. There, a flash of red! The fire had caught up to him!

He whimpered, whale-eyed, choking on his own confusion. The fire was there! It was set to sweep across him and finally, finally he would meet his family again. Their voices crooned to him in the dreamscape, while around him only the wind howled.

When he tried to run from it, he found it closer, closer, closer; and finally he saw it take the shape of Reverie, who always looked like a living flame to Hypnos. He called to her — in reality the sound was another kind of crooning, almost a begging — and against the fear that gripped him, Hypnos was lured in close.

In reality this was a complete stranger, but to him it was the woman from Hearthwood calling to him!