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She was asleep. It had always been so. Like a dreamer, she was unaware of just how long she had been asleep. It could have been an eternity. It could have been an eyeblink. Also like a dreamer, it was in stages that she became aware that she dreamed. An involuntary twitch sent spasms of power all around her; she could feel the solid mass of her bed, her womb, her tomb, heave upwards. She dreamed they formed mountains like the ripples in a blanket that has been kicked.

Restlessly, she rolled, and plains stretched flat and empty. Heaving a sigh carved canyons. Tucking closer into herself dragged valleys deep. Some submitted to the pounding of the distant surf, submerging and disappearing into great ocean chasms forever. Others plowed upwards in defiance, breaking the waves into towering islands. Like something that has been asleep too long, and despite her mightiest struggles to remain suspended in her oblivion, Karkorthi became unwillingly aware.

Rhythm. Constant, drumming rhythm. The waves of the great waters trying with unending assault to drag her back underneath them. And then, after what seemed like eons but could just have easily been moments, the pattern changed. The waves were joined by something else. Steps. Many steps. The signs that she was not alone in this bright place.

Stubbornly, Karkorthi piled her mountains high atop herself and defied the call to wander as Ulmo had done. Snuggled deep in her rock, she only leered out at this new existence that had so rudely forced itself upon her. Stone settled around her and joined its new mistress in silence.