"Hello," Amadi says. "I was wondering when I'd see you. It's about time."
You're dreaming about a future. You know you've worked so hard to get here, sacreficed so much, but now here you are, standing at the precipice, overlooking the city, and it is so very nearly over, all over. Amadi is with you, and others too, all standing behind you, relieved, fearful, aprehensive. But this is it. The last... last what? You're not quite sure.
The sun sets suddenly over the harbour, and everything is plunged into darkness. Suddenly you're running, running with the others, running from the fire, running for your very existence. You swing your maul but it does nothing. You try to channel, but you're alone, utterly alone in the dark, and everything is silent. This isn't even a dead end. It isn't even anything.
Amadi is sitting next to you, holding a chicken. It looks a little worse for wear.
"It doesn't have to end like this, you know," she says.
"What?" you say. You don't even know what it is.
"It's good you came, though," she goes on. "Nightmares like these strive to be shared." She leans over and puts the chicken in your face, and suddenly you're the chicken and everything is wrong and...