MOON
Zina didn't manage to get a shut eye that night. Engulfed in a familiar darkness, her thoughts wandered until Dah started singing the sign that signified it was the early hours of morning between three am to four am.
She managed to drift into a brief, turbulent sleep when it was interrupted by an equally turbulent nightmare. In her dreams, it felt like a hand reached out to her subconscious, attempting to drown her in an ice cold doused water.
She struggled and struggled, thrashing and thrashing… but to no avail.
In Zina's dreams, only her senses worked. Same rang true in her visions except for two exceptions; the first time she saw Daemon, and the past vision of Seraph being hit by her former master.
A figure stood before her, and while she couldn't see who it was, she heard the voice of the woman that had never left her for six good years. Salin, the middle-aged seer that died during the mondem ritual.