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Dreaming again, yet not dreaming…

The gray mountain flies over the village and crashes into the world. Flames turn everything silver-white. They consume the civilization to the north and west, the strange inhuman things that share this world with humanity. The village stands, shaken but unharmed.

The radiance becomes snow, blanketing the world. The ophidians retreat to their volcano fortresses, but their warmth is not enough. They perish. The feathers of the feathered apes are not enough. They, too, go down into the earth. The bees and wasps, of course, have no chance. The great thunder lizards lay down their heads. Even the Tyrant and her brood perish, in the end.

Only humanity remains. Humanity, protected–by you. And one day humanity will raise a great gray city, and beyond that…what does the False Icon offer? The stars themselves?

You dimly perceive others all around you. You are not alone in this dream. The False Icon might be making its offer to the potentates of the village, or to all of humanity for all you know. This is its promise, and its offer to you.