The Unnamed did not leave quietly.
Three days after Sarah and Elara returned from the Glass Sea, the dreams began. Not nightmares. Not messages. Something worse. Memories that did not belong to them. Visions of a world before light, before time, before anything had a name.
Elara dreamed of falling through endless grey. No ground. No sky. No end.
The Unnamed is dreaming of us, the void said.
"I thought it went back to sleep."
It did. But dreams leak. The Unnamed's dreams are becoming real.
"What does that mean?"
Creatures. Places. Events. Things the Unnamed imagined while it slept. They are appearing in our world.
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Sarah woke to screaming from the eastern fields.
She ran. Elara followed. Grell met them at the gate with a pale face.
"Something came out of the ground. Not a Deep
