“Not even in dreams are we safe from that which haunts these islands.”

Over many years people have all experienced a very similar dream. Several accounts of the same woman arise again and again. She wears armor made of cracked bones, sewn together with sinew, and walks through the realms where your memories and nightmares contort together. Long tendrils of smoke trail out behind her, emerging from her mouth, her eyes, and where her feet touch the parched ground. Staring upon her face one might see a beautiful maiden, a grinning skull, or both at the same time.

Each person that sees her while they slumber recall that she does not speak, she does not respond to any questions, instead she gazes upon them and they know that they should follow her. She leads them upon a path, and in short order they come to a place where the sky becomes like the sea, and that is where she parts the water and reveals a horrible doom that is to come.

For some, the vision is so horrifying their mind chooses not to remember. Others barely recall a brief glimpse, and they are lucky enough to piece together events to avoid their impending fate. None that are able to still speak have ever been able to recall the entirety of their vision.