For how long in this dreamspace has passed if time is measurable, it wasn't long. Nita won't be alone in the dreamspace. A blue bird with long tail feathers appeared flying around. The bird skillfully dodges the multicolored mass, sensing the desire for destruction in the subtle energy.

Meteion is empathetic but has grown to used to the feeling of despair and cosmic horror over a thousand years, having visited multiple dying stars and may had aided in the death of some to ease the pain of crumbled civilizations if everything else fails.

She sees Nita and well...there isn't exactly any place for a birb to perch. So she flew and hover about, keeping safe distance. Reaching out telepathically, it seems the bird can talk.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Please don't be alarmed. I'm not here to harm you. I just wish to aid you. Are you hurt?"