Last night I dreamt of the woods around the Mansus. As I wandered, staring up at the great gates which are barred to me, the air began to grow thick with a musty sort of power. I found myself all at once in the entrance of a great cave, but one strangely familiar to me, reminding me of an old home I once had. So familiar it was to me, I laid down there and slept. When I awoke the next morning in my own bed I felt more rested than I have been for a very long time.