Chibi is floating in orbit, suspended by the small of his back above the atmosphere, seeing simultaneously everything and nothing at all. He sees the flow of Wakfu, ever-drifting from life to life; he sees flowering oceans and dense forest; he sees every creature that was, is, or ever will be, in something the size of the palm of his hand. He swears he sees Time, not linear but coiled in on itself, much like chromosomes tangle and wrap; he sees it intersect itself, a Klein bottle of lost scenes and serene whispers.
Before the gravity of it can hit him, it stops. Where there was life and aqua, red and yellow and deep violet spread across the surface and down into the core; the sphere below him is much smaller than their sun, but somehow much greater, and it spreads and fuses into its surroundings. All at once, it expands, to the atmosphere and beyond, embracing him, engulfing him, until time and space switch and his body is crushed into a singularity. He feels himself become no more than a cosmic string, stretched taut across the length of the Krosmoz.
He blinks, and he is at the edge of a stony cliff. Below, he sees Grougal convulsing, then biting his lip so hard it draws blood, then stilling as his Wakfu ebbs away. He feels the absence, even, deep in his soul – it's shooting and insistent, like a phantom limb tugging at its stump. He watches with a detached horror as a sea of aqua flows into an ocean of deep purple, the waves mingling and mixing until the grey, bloody sky falls in a deep crash upon his head.
There is nothing; he is alone, standing in the void.
My child, be ever wary of the lake of Stasis. The traitor will lead you astray. Be watchful, small prophet… You must respond to the signs as you see them, for me.
Chibi knows, then, that this is a dream. The Goddess has shown him a vision, again, one which may or may not be inevitable; but he knows. He feels it deep in his soul that they must move, freely onward like the Wakfu of their bodies, and form a great shield with which they may protect their people.
With the thought, the world explodes below him, the enormity of everything in a sudden pulse, and he wakes up to sheets soaked in cold sweat.