All men dream, but not equally.

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Very early on Tuesday morning; still dark

I did not forget.

I learned what had happened in fractured dreams. I am used to the language of this world; I am not confused by symbol. This was a dreamscape of broken teeth and falling, and I knew that a ripple of anxiety had passed through the town, great enough to have sent many tumbling over cliffs or holding their teeth in their hands in dream. Nightmares are not uncommon in Excolo, but this was on a greater scale than usual. And then there were the holes, torn places in the fabric of things where minds had been plundered, the usual places in human heads crammed with dreaming thoughts riddled with fractures. I walked through this dreamscape, and I was frightened.

I have some measure now of what happened. Tezcatlipoca, that angry and immature god! It seems he has remembered more of his power, but not caution, not respect. That he brought this down even on Iblis - for so I have sensed, through dreams of surpassing beauty - alarms me, because it shows his power has grown great indeed, and he cannot be trusted with such power. But on the other hand, that he would turn such power even on his paramour is in a strange way comforting. Perhaps he is once again becoming Enemy of Both Sides. Since he cannot be an ally, he can be my enemy's enemy, and that is something, perhaps. Perhaps something important indeed.

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