The Trenchcoat
I saw in a dream a field of red waving grass, a beach where the pebbles spoke to one another.

Darkness filled the sky as a hand touching the shoulder of a child, and a chill wind ripped through our minds and faces. We stood in the field of dried red grass and raised our hands and stared at the sky.

Then I saw in my dream a stone fall from the darkness above, and the stone was called Counterpoint. The stone covered a space the size of seven men.

We touched the stone and all became silent.