Sweat dripping from his brow, Chusa ran through the forest, clad in a hooded brown robe, his armor and sword lost. He was fleeing. He wondered for a moment what it was that he was fleeing. The thought passed as quickly as it came, leaving no answer. All at once the trees changed, their golden spring hues replaced with a saddening gray. The forest ended. Chusa found himself standing at the base of a mountain, enveloped in a foreboding mist. He stood for hours, not moving an inch from where he stood. Finally, the mist cleared, and a tranquil silver light shone down from the sun above. His heart slowed and he took a single step forward, when a steel door materialized before him. Chusa became aware of a whisper coming from behind the door. He strained to hear it. The whispering went on for what seemed like hours, repeating only a single sentence: We Are One. Chusa Subel awoke and nightmare quickly faded from his memory. He wiped his forehead and noticed a bit of blood.