Kazelia's dreams are distant dreams. Dreams from the outside, of the world seen through the haze that's there when you don't have a body. Ourania blazes like a beacon, though one that flickers with Oberon's cold once in a while. That weakness will remain for some time, until time and care from the princesses restore the roots of Argossa and undo the damage that the Riders caused. The new bazaar and labazaar can be seen from the outside in a weird sort of spherical overlay that isn't in the shape of a sphere at all. There is a gap where Devilhome once was beneath it all, unfilled but not empty. Oberon stomps near Argossa and there is a darkness there, Diana just barely visible as a tiny pinprick of light beneath him.

Some shapes come in more clearly. It's almost like her Mother trying to take her first hesitant steps. Trying to feel things out from within Hyperborea instead of outside it. Rita is less hazy, the brush distinct in her hands because the joy in her heart is true and strong. Alina, somewhere, is less hazy because Mother has seen her truth and because she's living her truth right this moment. Adila, despite her sudden lack of consistent corporeality, is somehow more clear than she's ever been and her light shines brightly. 

It's a dream like floating, buoyed on water that isn't there, swimming through a hazy world lazily with no need to ever really come up for air, but a new wonder to see around every corner. Some will need more cataloging in the future. Mother does love to catalogue and Kazelia's spirit is content to drift along with her as she tries to arrange her thoughts to connect a thousand little points of light to the singing voices she's heard in Kazelia's heart.