Morrigan wandered aimlessly around the black lake. Her dark dress and robes fluttered in the wind around her and from afar, she looked much like an expensive scarecrow; tall and thin and stalk-like. She had no real direction and her thoughts were turned backwards towards the past to an expanse of approximately two millennia. She was mildly surprised then to find herself surrounded by sheep. A lot of sheep.

More and more gathered, until she found herself adrift in a sea of bleating ruminants. One started to chew on her floor-length sleeves. She looked at it with a forlorn expression. Then she noticed a woman, a few paces away, with the staff of a shepherd. "Good day," she addressed her stiffly.

"Your sheep are eating my sleeve," she added. Then she was silent and looked at the woman with a contemplative expression on her colorless face.

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