### As you reach out to the essence, a surge of preserved ancient memory pours through your mind. *Jungle heat. Writhing vines. The dragon sees.* Tyria: vibrant, lush, and humid. Cacophony. Bounding creatures. Croaking ceases. I feed. Sleep, dreams; something watches, something enters! Wake. My brother's screams. Vines dragging. Gone. Following. A dark place. A wicked tree. My brother, suspended. Absorbed. A voice. Dominating. It IS the jungle. I resist, I...flee. Fear. Fear. FEAR. It knows, sees through my dreams! Days, nights, I scurry. Flee. Kill to survive. The vines follow. Threatening oblivion. Weak. Pathetic. I DO. NOT. FEAR! But...I do. I do. Until...him. I collapse. His resplendence. Isgarren.