The Dreamer on The Tireless Horde
Monk: What drives them toward you so tirelessly? Toward us all?
The Dreamer: Xoph, Esh, Tul and Uul-Netol… Our melding failed and I was torn asunder. Cast into the void between worlds. But they… became Xesht. They will not rest until they subsume me.
Monk: But you are nothing like them. Why can’t they see that?
The Dreamer: Once they may have… but now they see nothing. Blind in their hunger. It matters not. All that does, is that they… still… come.