The night's dreams are filled with wonders as you feel the power of the world flow through your very being. Raden has opened itself to you. Beckoning you to come and reap the harvest of its fruits. Your mind fills with thoughts of the world's inner strengths being their ripe for the taking. Mountains seem taller, more powerful and majestic. Forests seem more lush and green and full of the life of the soil that provides it with nourishment. Waters pure and crisp flow from the snow-topped peaks and flow through banks of rich soil as they empty themselves in seas of equal beauty filled with life. All of these fruits of Raden are connected with the very air itself. Life, like crackling energy fills the very winds that fill every recess of the world in which you roam.
As you take in the beauty of the world around you and how tuned you feel within its scope of life, you suddenly feel it wracked with pain. Its mountains begin to pull apart and crumble. Forests begin to fall on their own and rivers hiss as their waters seem to boil away. The air itself becomes unbearable to breathe as if the world itself is imploding with an immense pressure from within trying to release. Out of the ground, denizens from the deep seem to crawl forth by the hundreds. From the sky, descend angelic legions to clash with the evil from below. The victim of it all is Raden itself. No matter which side prevails, the loser will be the mother earth herself. You continue to dream.