The depth that is sleep folds itself several times over in the mind's eye, a black driftless abyss that seeps forth from the subconscious. Colors and hues glow and flitter within that space, within that infinite possibility of reality of one's dream. Collected into that whole, into that void is A'estshy, her thoughts brushing upon every waking moment that had come to pass of importance, melding and molding what was to be in her alternate reality, influencing the passing of her nightmares or dreams. There is a flash of hot white and then it blurs into the vision of the bridge of the Pahgan and then shimmering to the hangar of the Hammer Head. In both the scene is blank, unwritten as if these two places held no meaning yet. Shy, nothing but a golden being, barely defined hovers amongst this,