Fear. The minds of beings all across Bridgeworld called out, and their fear was more than enough to feast on. They didn’t even attempt to hide their minds as they usually do. All their dread and hopelessness permeated the living fabric of the world, in sympathetic vibrations with the storm above, and that harmony created a new song. Yes, the song of Bridgeworld had changed, and Dreamwinder drew power from it.

This change gave her a new strength and clarity. It was inexplicable, yet she understood it completely. Others feared it, asked what caused it, how to survive it. None of those questions mattered. It was larger than any event witnessed before, but when the storm passed, the result was all that mattered. Dreamwinder reveled in her new form and feasted on the fears of those souls around her.

In this new Bridgeworld, she was stronger than ever.