Yirki finds themself standing in a vast, dark forest. The trees loom overhead, casting deep shadows on the forest floor. A feeling of unease washes over them, and they know they are not alone.
Einnare stands in the path, her neck and arms bound in prisoners chains. She steps forward, her hips swaying side to side as she smiles. She whispers, but Yirki cannot hear it. Her clothes begin to rot away, and once they're gone her skin starts to rot as well. Until she is a pile of leaves.
Suddenly, the ground shakes and a great rumble echoes through the forest. A golden dragon, with scales shimmering in the dim light, emerges from the shadows. Bigsby stands atop the dragon, clutching a compass that points in all directions.
As the dragon approaches, Rota appears from the shadows. His pupils white, shining in the dark forest. He holds out a small silver bell whose sound reveals truth.
Suddenly, Gix emerges from the darkness, each eye changing like the phases of the moon. They hold a scythe, which seems to be cutting the fabric of reality as they walk. Yirki feels a sense of fear and dread wash over them.
Cedric emerges from the shadows, holding a sword and shield. His eyes flicker as if there is a fire behind them. The shield emanates warmth and comfort, while the sword freezes the air around it.
Finally, Sarqen appears, his face twisted in anguish. In his hand, he holds a crown of living vines. While small, you see Sarqen straining to hold it, the vines slowly wrapping around his body, holding him still. Yirki looks down to find his weapons in his hands, with similar vines wrapping themselves around him.
As the group surrounds Yirki, they represent the different paths before them. The dragon, the bell, the scythe, the shield, and the crown all represent different choices that Yirki could make. The forest around them seems to shift and change, the shadows growing deeper and the trees twisting into unnatural shapes.
Yirki awakens to find summoned psyblades in his hands, as the wind outside howls with a morning snowstorm. As the images of the dream fade, he's left with the uncertainty of the future.