THE WEAVE:

"Vesta!" Lilith screams,
waking up from her
Nightmare, "I formed

a Truce, with Lucy
on the Dreaming
Sea.  Churns out,

we won't need the armies,
to make One," Lilith
pants. "We still need,

the armies," Vesta confirms,
"But this is good.
There are no rules

in the Truce ingredients,
defining the particulars.
Who says you can't

trade one Milk Sea
Truce, for another?
Also, while 

you were sleeping,
Handiboi found his own
White Horse..." Vesta drifts,

pressing play...