Tezztor walked across the grass, greener then any dream, and the sky a remarkable blue. He walked up to her and tried to talk but his mouth didn't have the words. The surrounding tranquility only sang song in tribute to her, the sun glistening off her soft and scaley form. Without a thought he embraced her, his spirit finding a peace he hand't known in what seemed like ages....
Meanwhile in the living world, the twisted husk of Tezztor made its way back torwards the lodge.