Just after dawn, a long, rolling earthquake shakes the city awake. Cracks appear in the walls and crockery rattles but no buildings collapse. Uproar ensures. Earthquakes are almost unheard of in the city. Rumors of disaster soon race through the streets, fueled by the anguish of people across the city whose heads fill with sharp, screaming, sudden of a screaming bearded man whose eyes blaze with rage, sorrow, and swimming stars. The visions shift into scenes of pillars cracking and tumbling, ceilings collapsing in caverns and dark rooms, and surging explosions of blue-white sparks. These tides of fearsome force leave many who receive the visions grasping on there knees unharmed but overwhelmed by the sensation of a great magical force crashing through them. Repeatedly the screaming face returns, with feelings of strong despair, of something left unfinished-and swept away in great loss and ruin.