In the Estmere Expanse, the eternal storm raged on through the night, thundering against the vast ceiling of the city. Littolune was going through an uncertain time.. You heard of people disappearing, being taken. People were having strange dreams, too. Deeply unsettling nightmares. Most people blamed it on the mysterious jellyfish folk of the sea.

You yourself were having your doubts and anxieties, finding it harder and harder to function through the day. As one of Umui's many students, you couldn't think of anyone better to consult. After all, he was advisor to the Duke, and one of the most renowned vision interpreters of his time.

Umui was a quiet and soft-spoken man. Though he could be elusive, it seemed he hadn't gone far tonight. His observatory was open. As you passed the familiar sights of endless collections of books and scrolls and the elaborate models of the stars, up the stairs... there he was, standing behind his desk, looking up at the sky. You could swear he was mumbling something before he looked your direction. The intrusion must have startled him, because he exclaimed, "Siz'ahe!"

Umui's shoulders dropped as he turned to face you with a sigh. "Loz naruhr.. Apologies, you startled me, little one," his voice, a deep, slow murmur, drifted from behind his mask.