[Perhaps Req can see it in sleep, perhaps she cannot. But any passer-by can see a vision taking shape in the dark clouds. It's Requiem, battered and bruised and held close by a pink-clad demon, and rocks are falling all around them, and as the viewer runs forward, reaches to pull them free, Requiem extends a hand of her own and pushes the viewer away. And then the rocks fall and fall and fall and eventually it goes dark]

[Munna huffs, hovering between the two prone figures]