He touched upon certain truths that humanity had forgotten, as well. Of the knowledge of those beings that dwell beyond their reckoning.

[ his own hand rises from its resting under the table to instead lie near Vanessa's book. his fingertips don't quite touch the cover nor does it reach for her hand, but it turns on its side, the palm facing the book's direction as if he were moments away from plucking it up. ]

Those years were darker for dreamers. Not only by my absence but from war and hardship. Dreams were harder to come by, and in their lack, the nightmares grew more frequent. Or worse still nothingness reigned.