[Ferran forces his eyes shut and places his hand over face. He has to pull the details back into his mind, blocking out the ruins that remain here now—even if it may seem to cause him pain from the way he grits his teeth for a moment.]

There was... a flash. It was so dark... I said to myself it was just the lightning and hail, but—

[He shakes his head with some force. He won't humor that idea anymore. If he does, then all of this is meaningless, and he'll have nothing.]

It was off. I ignored it then—but I... felt something.

[The telltale signature of magic that he'd never once sensed before. He has no words to describe it. Such a thing had never been real before, and to the him of this dream, it still isn't.]