Paul Muad'Dib Atreides wakes up in the middle of the night with a start. He's plagued by his dreamlike visions, every single one a new horror he is forced to bare witness to. Paul sits up, chest heaving. He runs a hand through his sweaty umber-brown hair, cheeks flushed from his dream. He couldn't tell if it was a nightmare or...something else. He shakes himself out of it and pushed that matter to the back of his head. Paul pulls on his loose tunic and unfastens the hatches to his tent.

He stumbles out and up onto a dune, breathing heavy. His eyes catch the morning sunlight. They had long-turned blue from the spice in the air, and the rays reflecting off the sands cast his skin in a romanticly orange light. He sees a small desert mouse scurry about below, and can't keep the ghost of a smile off his grime-ridden face. His cheeks ache and it feels so horribly wrong to smile when he knew he was leading so many people to their deaths.

He felt trapped and never more alone. He watches a dune in the distance tremble and break at the wrath of a passing sandworm, the faraway sound of its scales pushing the sand echoing across the desert.