Do you dream while you sleep or is it an escape from the horrors of reality?
It never ceases; the whispers, the half-heard voices, the incessant monotonous susurration punctuated by distant screams. Concentration may cause the whispers to fade, ecstasy may blot them out for a moment, but they are never truly silent.
Sometimes she answers them.
All that you know will fade ...
“It already has. This world is not the one I remember. It is shattered, broken; nothing is the same. And no one remembers me.”
Ny'alotha is a city of old, terrible, unnumbered crimes ...
“And so is Silvermoon. Is the Sleeping City so different? What madness walks there that does not walk here?”
She arises from her pallet and considers the...