Though Sina is no somniari, she is still a mage, and is familiar enough with this particular dream that she is able to recognize when something about it is amiss.
Atticus will find himself on a black beach with an eerie green sky reflecting into the lapping, viscous ocean, which pools around the hips of an elven girl who hardly looks older than twenty. From her chest glows a similar but far more saturated green, cracks-- or tendrils of it-- seeping up through her sternum and down toward her belly, cruelly tracing her modest bust and piercing right through the thin shift she wears.
She turns to look at the invader, her eyes hollow and weary yet backlit by green, her bearing decidedly unfriendly.

"Have you come to watch," she asks coarsely, her thin voice doubling over itself, "it won't be long now."