Rakka is falling. That in and of itself is not unusual; she has falling dreams often enough. The unusual thing is where she is falling. This time there isn't any ground rushing up to meet her.

Instead she is plummeting through a void of stars, impossibly huge and bright and open. Nebulas twist by beneath her, suns blink in and out of existence. There is nothing she can do to slow her descent and even if she opens her mouth to cry out she'll find she can't make any noise.

One by one the stars begin to blink out. Suns extinguish. Galaxies fold in on themselves and disappear. The sky goes dark piece by piece, slowly at first and then with a terrifying swiftness until she is left in the pure darkness of a universe with no light at all.

Somewhere beneath her in the void she'll see things moving, things that are impossibly huge and almost difficult for her mind to comprehend. Her speed keeps picking up, though it's difficult to tell except that the things below her seem to be getting even larger than they already are as she draws closer. Sometimes she'll get just a glimpse of something concrete: a spidery arm with skeletal-thin fingers, the darkness of an open mouth. It's just that the closer she gets the harder it is to make out anything due to its impossibly huge size, and maybe that's a blessing.

She'll awaken just before impact.