A voice pulled me from the Kamas Dofus Retro For Sale

Smoussy Turancyd was lying in Dofus Kamas bed. His eyelids were quivering. He had been shining, appearing as a streamlined shape that I could make out through the covers and walls. To"show him", I just had to heave a slight draconic sigh, of that I am one of the few -- if not the only one -- to know the secret. And when you blow its flower away as the heart of a dandelion is disclosed, a veil was lifted and I could observe the child's dreams.

It's difficult to spell out the indefinable. The dreams appeared in several dimensions, calling that not all beings have. That night what I saw seemed like the eye of a storm. I attempted to move forward in this vision, to see further, where this hurricane that was uncontrollable came out to know. I felt as though I was battling against a force comparable to what pushes. Despite my relentlessness, I was making little headway, exhausting myself rather. Some dreams are prisoners of their own offenses and the dreamer is the secret to them. I started whispering in Smoussy's ear:"When a fantasy knocks on the door of consciousness differently, it is wise to let it enter..."

And the wind dispersed, allowing time to observe a crucible. Instantly, the tornado repelled me in a cloud of sediment and resumed. For me to come back to this storm's eye, it appeared impossible. But pictures came to me. I could feel a presence... no! Several. Dark figures. With omens. These shadows appeared as unshakable as mountains against the wind. These creatures seemed to be riding mounts that were demonic as they were. Vibrant, baleful eyes exposed and thunderous phrases rang out.

As their houses burnt, I heard the groaning of an whole people and yells. I saw a sovereign that was lifeless . A voice pulled me from the Kamas Dofus Retro For Sale dream. As though it were someplace else... closer. It spoke these words"It rings throughout the ages. Like an echo throughout time. Its meaning hasn't yet been revealed to you. The ending of one cycle and the beginning of another. Imagine a loop that reshape and can correct itself. Deja vu, but never the same twice. The sand keeps pouring. The last grain will bring the fact..."