Boundless darkness, indescribable scenes.
It felt like drifting between existence and nonexistence, unable to distinguish inside from outside.
In the dream, Dionysus felt he had done many things and said many words.
In the realm of elusive light and shadow, he saw the sky falling and the earth shaking. Statues turned into human forms, replacing the old master's glory.
Starlight descended, rising from his own being.
A transaction, an exchange.
One descended underground for this, and another ascended to the mountain peak.
The eternal lost eternity, and light ascended in the darkness. As if pierced by the light through chaotic thoughts, Dionysus finally found himself once more.
Is this a dream, an endless earthly dream...
"...Wake up..."
"Wake up..."
"Wake up!"
"Hah—"
Awakened by the calling voice in the Nameless Valley.
Suddenly awakening, Dionysus found the piercing brightness difficult to withstand.
In front of him, Heracles looked at him with concern.
