The pitch-black tide wanders in the Lightless Abyss, a few stars falling onto the only solitary island.
Faelga shakes off the glowing spots clinging to her body; those trivial fragments of dreams some fall onto the solitary island, while others roll into the pitch-black sea. The Elven Elders who have never delved into dreams marvel at everything around them, looking at Faelga with a whole new perspective.
"Guarding the Dreamland is the duty of the Green Dragon Priest. Irason taught me Druidry and the way of nature, and I must guard the gate she has transformed into within the dream, preventing the chaotic thoughts of the Evil God from eroding people's minds."
"I have never met the Green Dragon in reality; communication and learning all happened in the realm of dreams."
