4. Dream Transcript

Dream #17
The floodplain glowed like glass. You were kneeling in the ruins, 
writing symbols on your palms.
When I called your name, you looked at me with someone else's eyes.
The wind laughed.
Then it started to rain inside the room.
Duskara: Echoes in the Wind
A game about what persists when everything else is gone.
Wind remembers. So do you.