> Climb into our own futon. "Gniiiight..."
> Try to go to sleep. Then press 9.
> You climb into your futon and drift off to sleep.
3...2...1...> There is a green-haired woman in flowing white robes, standing on a cobblestone path lined with lanterns; two armies charging at each other with swords and spears; a girl kneeling next to another girl sprawled out on the ground, motionless; a carriage being drawn by horses through a snowy landscape. The image of fire continually creeps into your dreams, along with the croaking of frogs.
> You see a torii at the top of the staircase you're sitting on, through which the rising sun passes, with the night sky across from it. There's a frog on the stairs, ribbiting; the two of you sit quietly, side by side. There's someone calling for you, and you leave the frog to its own devices as you stand and rush up the stairs
> ...
> Your eyes snap open. It's still dark out.
> _