I remember nothing. 

The last thing I remembered was accompanying Nate in that horrible dream illusion where I saw Nate’s father, the real one, dying. 

While pondering over the dreams, I figured out the person that loomed over Terrence just before the dream stopped. It was a Nymph. The same Nymph that my ancestor handed the wooden chalice to, and I know that I have to tell them—the sooner the better.

That was the goal, but when I came to, my body was already dead. ...