Her face is hidden by white wisps of hair, her countenance seeming to change every time she's seen. Slender limbs coil around her --

-- slender form, melting into her ever shifting form to only be revealed again as out stretched arms. Her add-ons hovered behind her, --

-- all three exuding a gentle light.

"Where . . ." Her voice is light, a whisper of a breeze leaving an unseen mouth. "My guardians. Where are they?"

"Dedan. Japhet. Enoch. Where are you three? Or has /he/ already come and gone . . ."

"So quiet . . . Even Hugo is asleep today. Perhaps . . . No. Not today."

"Still silent. Perhaps I should go though the mazes. I have to check on them."

Another night. Another dream. Another N I G H T M A R E.