To be pulled into a void like this would have jolted Jon back to himself easily, but with the soft calm of it all, the cacophony that both overwhelms but seems to meld into his person seamlessly, he eases into it. Were he still alert enough to make these connections, recognition would sharply take hold.

This was a cornerstone of that peace that Jon shared on the Stag Beetle. Even as the bells draw his attention, so out of place but so perfectly part of the harmony, he doesn't stir.

Just as he's been asked, his breath slows, and allows the sound to fully take over all that is.

At last, he dreams.