"Your aunt? Akin to Mother Kos, some say Kosm; beloved of the deep sea, matron of the fishing hamlet. Some. Theorize that She too is a parallel to another, perhaps like your kind and your nightmares and new moons, and the other with the full and the Dream. Conjecture, of course; I believe all Great Ones stand as individuals and do not populate a...pantheon in the traditional sense. But how poetic, were it to be. Kos, some say Kosm, presiding over the moon when it is white and gleaming like Her. And to dear Forgotten Flora, the darkness that makes the clouds go red..." Micolash sighs dreamily (appropriately so) to ponder it all.

"What are your Nightmares like? How can one visit?"