When Malika arrives at her place she looks up more data on dragons. No-one mentions white dragons however.
But she cannot let go of the idea. Even when she tries to meditate it keeps poisoning her mind.
She seeks distraction looking and listening at all media channels on the web.
Classical music, repetitive jazz, buddhist mantras, sounds of the sea....nothing can wash away the obsessive thought of that white dragon.
She tries to visualize other dragons.
And past stories of the close band between the Angels and their dragons.
But then even those imaginary dragons turn against her.
The long restless periods start gnawing at her resistance and fatigue is creeping in her body.
So finally - after several days of self-isolation in her bedroom - Malika falls asleep. She doesn't notice the small blue white dragon on her bed. But is this real, or just another daydream?
The sleep in which she was looking for solace brings more unrest.
Red eyed dragons keep following her and reprimanding her for things she did not do.
Day after day, night after night, the ritual repeats itself.
Despair creeps in her mind.
Until she gives in. And opens her mind for this white dragon, even though it is haunting her.
And then in her deepest sleep for the first time in days she hears two white dragons whisper her name....Malika, Malika, Malika.
When Malika wakes up screaming, she is completely disoriented. When she looks around she notices two abstract figures on her computer screens. They look a lot like abstract copies of the dragons in her dreams.