I was dreaming about a sapling, rapidly growing into a gigantic tree, nourished by the blood of my friends, by the blood of people who died during the battle. Countless bones surrounded that tree, as I was looking at it, struck by how majestic it was.
I cried in that dream. Over the corpses of people who sacrificed themselves. Over the corpse of Nadia.
Then I was woked up by words I couldn't understand, but I knew the voices of people who spoke them. I could hear Hatta, I could hear Will. I could hear more, but those were unknown to me.
Then I dreamed again. About the same very thing. About the tree.
And then the voices...
And then the dream...
I lost track of what was real, and what was just my imagination.
At some point, I opened my eyes and the first person I saw was a woman, leaning over me. She had long face, and curly, brown hair. I also remember her amber eyes.
- Peter? Are you awake? Can you understand me, Peter?
