{{Avalon}}
Iʻm standing on the shore of Lake Minnewanka as I see a flood of sirmen coming from the North. Lead by 4 main leaders, these sirmen seem young, maybe 18 to 20ish. The siren of the lake is ready for battle. All in a line formation with backers behind them. They too are led by 4 main leaders. Also young. 16-18ish. At first, I donʻt recognize them as their backs are facing but their hair is a dead giveaway. The white with black streaks and black with white streaks are unmistakable. They are my new friends. But why, in my dream, are they sirens? And why are they leading the battle for the Minnewanka choir. As I turn and watch the sirmen quickly approaching, I see someone who looks very familiar. I jump in the water and stand beside the sisters as the sirmen aggressively adv
