I′m sitting in a room with grey granite walls and chairs filled with all kinds of different people. It looks like a modern type large cellar, with slick walls and floors, there are two tables on each side of the room filled with unknown faces, and a podium in the front across from the only door in.
There’s also a chair beside it, I’m sitting there. I don’t know any of these people, then I see Zaline at the table on my right, and Buford at the podium beside me, speaking to everyone. Buford continues talking, as one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen walks in, dressed in a floor-length green dress, golden bangles on her arms, and long white hair almost as long as her dress walks in.
She has a youthful pixie-like face, but you can see the wisdom and age in her eyes. Everyone stands
