Verdigris Ravine Do you see what I see?

Brac would not open his eyes.

Rather, he resigned himself to the darkness. For what if he looked? Perhaps he would see all the things he dreamt about, visions of colours and sunlight and worlds. Perhaps he would see all that was better.

And perhaps he would not. Brac knew very little, yet felt the press of understanding that this world was not like the one he escaped to in his visions at night. Here, there was hunger and cold, but there, there was everything better.

He wished to dream. So while his siblings looked out to the world about them, the Cavetreader caved inward and snuggled more tightly against his mother's side.

Brac would not open his eyes.

He slept again, and the visions came.

Cameo unless someone wakes him/interacts with him!