So this morning my Lord spoke to me, of his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, I spoke with the Silenced Few, and the Silenced Many, and the Silenced One, and told them of my dreams. And in response the Silenced Few replied, not in words, but colours. Pink, blue, green, gold. Purple, red, grey, yellow. White. Black. Silver. Smoke. And in response the Silenced Many replied, not in words, but in animals. Butterflies, birds, fish, beetles, ants. And in response the Silenced One replied, not in words, but in sensations. The reflection of light on the ceiling above a pool. The shadows of leaves upon the curtains of a concealed room. Milk dispersing in a glass of water. Blood welling from a pricked finger. Static induced by the pressure placed upon a closed eye. Migraine decoherence. Nostalgic blur. Faded smile. Sparks from an extinguished fire. Silence. Void.”