The world is bright and cold... and loud, so loud! So many voices, they whisper, shout, laugh, scream, all around me! The Dream was so quiet, so still... what did I Dream? I can't remember, there's too much noise!
Another approaches me, calls himself a Mender, says he's here to help. I ask him to stop the noise - he doesn't know. He doesn't hear. How can he not? So loud, so close, all around me. Mother, make it stop! The Mender takes me, leads me to a dark garden... Night Bloom, he calls me, born of the darkness. The sound... the noise... it doesn't change! It follows me. It's not around me, it's inside me! The murmur of Dreams, of memories, the voices of my brothers and sisters, inside my head, never silent! So many dreams, so many minds, who am I? What is mine in this cacophony of being? The Mender says he's never seen someone so attuned to the Dream, that he will find a scholar to help me quiet the noise and remember my own Dream. He leaves me alone in the dark garden to ponder his words.
Attuned? No... afflicted.
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