"The dreams are getting worse." Koa sighed. "The one where it's me but it's not me, and I'm falling and flying at the same time - falling towards the future. And seeing the future burns my eyes right out. But it's not.. bad burning? It's power. A pure, blazing tempest of power."

The crow's blue-black feathers ruffled.

"Well... Fuck." it said, and returned to pecking at a stone, unable to offer any comfort, with no answers to give and dreams of his own to trouble him.