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Part 3

A tall catgirl with pink hair is laying unconscious amid a devastated wasteland. Visions of a beastkin child holding back countless invaders flash through in succession. You get a feeling that this child is venerated and lauded far and wide. Later scenes of war fill your vision, gruesome and savage, the sides are evenly matched and fight to the death, there are seemingly no survivors.

You then see a fair angel descending from the sky, wearing a white gilded dress with brilliant golden wings that spanned twice her height. With a halo surrounding her head she shines as brightly as the sun. She smiles widely as you recognize her from past dreams. She says nothing but her expression speaks a thousand words, there's another poor soul that needs rescuing.

The scene returns to the tall catgirl with pink hair, older now and unconscious the landscape feels familiar, you feel like you could find it if you had the right map.

...

You awaken just before dawn and look over to your strange gelatinous guest, still recovering slowly, and wonder if this dream means there are any more wounded guests in store for you. You think back to your dreams and wonder when or if you will meet the woman laying on the bed of feathers.

You think further back, and remember your obligation, if it wasn't clear enough by now, your life of solitude is over.