Having fallen asleep by the lullaby of the farm's wind, Jinn dreams.
Swirls of yellow and splashes of black pop in and out of Jinn's mind. They dance together - colorful allusions of Jinn and Rosalind. Happiness.
As an Ephrene, Jinn's brain works most efficiently. The vitality it possesses, to keep Jinn alive, is unprecedented. It reconnects old synapses and constructs new pathways for thought.
"- have every right to do this!" Feng Mian's voice shouts.
In the realm of sleep, pieces of Jinn's broken, human memories return to him.
Rosalind's calm responds in earnest, "I never said you didn't."
The yellow and black swirls part like bobbing waves and ripple away. As they fade, dust, so much dust wafts into Jinn's nose. All hints of moisture within Jinn's nostrils are coated by thick, intrusive, and grimy dirt.
Even with his eyes shut, Jinn knows where he is - the underground labyrinth, where he last saw Rosalind.
