From within her bloodstone prison, a dream dimly alighted across her consciousness. She could see her two best friends beside her, the silver-haired Renoir's expression vibrant as she discussed her dreams and aspirations and the tomboyish Schalit swept up in the excitement. [Out with the old, in with the new! I'm done listening to those old bags!] Together, the three had sworn to make history, yet this vision of happier times, too, was only a dream. Viluze was totally unaware of the reality occurring within her slender frame.