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The dream has changed.

In my dream, I am dancing. It's the midsummer fire festival, and Silvermoon and its noble court are alive with reds, oranges, golds -- as usual and yet, there's something extra in it. Some extra shine in the eyes of those who move past me. The music -- in my dreams I am not tone deaf. In my dreams, the music is impossibly fast and beautiful: a whirlwind of sounds and I can hear the colors. The golden leaves of Eversong; the crackling whip of red, everburning flame. The Fire Festival belongs to everyone, of course, but the Sin'dorei celebrate it best. My dress is always, always crimson: dark, like merlot. Nearly black -- but when the ever-present fires illuminate the fabric, it bursts with fiery flashes of...