Amethyst

Your eyelids closing of their own accord, you barely have time to settle yourself in the hammock before you are asleep, engulfed in strange and troubled dreams. Sad dreams, joyful dreams, dreams of home and dreams of far places you've never seen before. You can feel tears stealing down your cheek, through the fog of dreams, but you have no power to wake. A shadow looms over you, dark and cold, and all your senses shrink before it and melt into nothing.