The simplicity of the dream is deceiving, but it almost puts Antarcticite in mind of their home--at least at first, until they catch the scent of blood. It doesn't trigger the same, visceral fear or revulsion in them that it might in a living thing, but they recognize it as something strange, as something out of place.

Then comes the clinking, the clanging sound of the chains.

All of it is the work of the Dreaming Sickness, they realize, and the source of this one must be the tall man that they can glimpse in the distance. Antarcticite squares their narrow shoulders and strides quickly towards him.