Sean dreamed he was in an enclosed room, open to the sky. He felt rain on his cheek.
He saw a pale, black-haired woman. The odd thing was that she seemed to be his reflection in a mirror.
She stepped out of the mirror.
The rain seemed to dissolve him, like water on a sugar cube, but painlessly. He relaxed. The next moment the walls disappeared and he found himself whole again, on a hill, looking down a city. His vision seemed to reveal the whole city, which looked like bits and pieces of every city he had ever been in.
There was one difference. He saw no men.
The pale, black-haired woman was standing beside him.
He was starting to dissolve again. His dissolving form was somehow absorbed by the woman.
A thin rain, that left her dry, was falling on Rain Blackfeather.
She was standing in some sort of public square in the city. A fountain in the shape of an cup was spewing forth milk. She looked again, and it was not milk but blood.
A tall, elderly woman approached her.
The tall woman handed Rain a piece of paper, with some writing in a language she could not read.
Suddenly the square was full of women all laughing and cheering her.
Rain woke up.