I was only an infant when my father was deployed to this wasteland. All that I have ever known of him is what others have told me.$B$BDo your dreams change, $N? Mine do not. I have one dream: A crimson skyline envelops me as Legion, numbering beyond comprehension, battle in the distance. I kneel before the body of a man, presumably my father, and weep. As he is gasping for air, his body wholly crushed, he whispers something. Despite every effort, I am unable to hear what he is trying to tell me.