[They look up, as if startled. All the specifics... the island, worlds, species, almost fades into the background. They latch onto the part that matters.
Dream.
They look around, quickly, but... there's no sign of the light they're thinking of now, not even a hint of it. No infection. No voice, talking to them.
no subject
Dream.
They look around, quickly, but... there's no sign of the light they're thinking of now, not even a hint of it. No infection. No voice, talking to them.
...It's worrying information, anyway.
They should not be dreaming.
They should not be arriving anywhere.
They're still needed.]