The Titan and the Spear (event)
I find myself aboard a ship caught in the throes of a mighty storm. Violent waves crash against the vessel from all sides—trampling, pounding, tearing its hull apart as though nature itself has deemed its existence a sin upon creation. A massive shape looms far ahead, obscured by wind and rain—yet I can still feel its heavy gaze.
Several figures pass me to move toward the ship's bow, carrying a long object wrapped in many layers of silk. Carefully, they unravel the fabric to reveal a spear of unnatural, searing purity—its brilliance burning my eyes even within the dream—and I blink against the pain. The next instant, it is gone, streaking toward the shape in the sky in a scorching white blaze.
For a moment, the storm stills. Then, a voiceless scream splits the sea. The ship and its crew are no more. The skies and waters are bleeding. A crack of lightning illuminates the darkness, and, for an instant, I see an enormous bronze titan sinking beneath the waves, pierced by a colossal searing lance.
The vision ends and I am left heaving on the floor, the taste of sea salt still fresh on my lips.
No more sea voyages, thank you.