Hush now. The dream came again. It was at dawn—a sickly, hellish dawn. So bright and green, putrid, rot and sick. My mind trembles, my bones ache with a pain of death. This deep rot speckled within me now. I have seen that which is eternal… the green star that hungers. I am its passenger; I am its vessel. Quiet and be still, so that you may be one too.