As Aevos rested and The Dreamer came conscious again in her own mind, your sleep knew better rest plagued with scarcer nightmare. Though the world was dark and the knife's edge of tension to your throat, your mind knew peace when you slept. With fewer nightmare and plagues of the minds, night terrors were farther and farther between as if you knew not pleasantry, neutrality, in your drifting imagination.   The Dreaming Queen was restored to a status amiable, though imperfect. Wha