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With the strike of the final glaive, all fades to Light.

Somnus' eyes open to a yellowed meadow. It's the same meadow that his brother and Aera used to spirit themselves away to for moments alone. The wide tree behind him would provide them with shade from the sunlight, and Aera would seat his brother's head on her lap to allow him his rest after another laborious day. When they were young, he would accompany them; it was as they grew older and love between those two grew that he slowed, step by step, until he was no longer in that idyllic picture. For a memory that belongs millennia in the past, he recalls it as though it were yesterday.

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