Sounds like a Hajamin-order dream about him comforting Viravain in the Void? Dunno.

You find yourself sitting before a campfire, surrounded by a host of laughing
friends. A traveller in a hooded cloak approaches the fire from the road,
playing a melancholy tune on his wooden lute. You and your friends look at each
other, dismayed that the stranger has brought such sorrow to your revelry. All
of a sudden, he points at you, and all around you shifts to black, your friends
disappearing into the darkness. Only the light from the fire remains for you to
see the visitor standing over you. His grim face turns down to you, and he says
in a low voice, "It is time."

Darkness surrounds you. From the depths of the black void, there is movement.
As your eyes adjust, you see many writhing tentacles protruding from a wall of
flesh and massive arms at rest. There is only slight movement, perhaps some
form of breathing, and this vast being appears to be asleep. Suddenly, your
minute presence is registered and a massive, red eye opens, fixed upon you. A
searing pain fills your head and incomprehensible thoughts of abhorrent and
unparalleled evil fill your mind until it melts into oblivion, leaving you
screaming with madness.

That's Celest mourning the fact that it's become Serenwilde with seashells and gravel roads.