What dreams do you have there, my child, sleeping in the dark? I hear from you now and then a laughing joy as you drift deep in your sleep.
When the sky comes falling down, and fire falls from the heavens, when the waves come to flood the land and death surrounds the world, none can convince the certain that the nightmare has never been so.
In the wake of dreams, little can fill the void. In the wake of nightmares, nothing can fill the silence like the thunderous sound of a gentle breeze, or the earth shattering crack of a pillar adjusting to temperature.