Nazrax

Fragments from the middle of the night
A teenaged boy, a non-Rithmatist, is somehow maintaining a woman made out of a translucent blue liquid. Her shape is very well defined. They're both in a classroom; she's sitting at a student's desk, and he's standing. I wonder how a non-Rithmatist is able to do something like this.

Something about driving past houses near the beach.

Another dream kept nagging at me, though I have no idea what it was.


Fragments from the morning
Vague impressions about something I'm forgetting.

More about Rithmatics.