The Sixty Third Dream Of The Waiting Prince

This morning my Lord recounted to me his most recent dream. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And in this dream, I stood at the edge of the Barren Sea. And in my hand I held an urn, and poured out the ashes of those that had been sacrificed for the glory of my rule. And soon the sea was as solid as stone, yet still the ashes poured forth from the urn. And I knew that soon beneath them I would drown.”