"Aderyn. Wake up, Aderyn."

He climbs out of bed, rubbing his eyes and wiping his hand on his tunic. His curtain flaps gently in the night wind. He folds it over his head, peaking out. In the night sky, hundreds of moons freckle the night, all of them different colors. Red, blue, green... they stand there, hovering over the hills he's seen so many times. They distort his home. They make it foreign to him. He looks up. Fayber is there.

"What is this?" Aderyn asks. He looks up at Fayber. His face is empty. His eyes are wide and unblinking as he gazes out onto the strange scene.

"Does it really matter?" the old farmer replies.