​     One of the humongous obsidian tendrils just missed the steed Adam and Galatea rode. 

​     "Be careful," Adama said as she continued to fly ahead of them.

     Two tendrils collided. The result was that bits of each of them flew free to become snarling, snapping, winged serpents.

     Around the tendrils, thousands of these smaller serpents now flew. The Domitikan universe had been alive with the colors, shapes and sounds of the trillions of dreams that swirled within it. 

     With the coming of the tendrils and the serpents, though, everything darkened.

     "What is this steed's name?" Adam called out to Adama.

     "You must name it." 

     "Him or her?"

     "Name it!" 

     With Galatea still in his arms, Adam leaned over and whispered into the ear of the pegasus, "Guide us well, my good friend Myanna."

     Myanna glowed with pleasure.

     She spread her wings wide with pride.

     She now had a name, and that name was Myanna. 

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