SLEEPING BEAUTIES: DREAM LOG

[yourkeepers]

Bewitched by the thorn's touch, you have been ensnared in the deepest of sleep. Fortunately for you, the world of Faerie doesn't end with the waking.

The world of your dreams is brighter now, more clear than you've ever witnessed it. You've been it before, you think, there fragments of yourself become reality. But now you are somehow more lucid in its presence, and it's more real - something you can reach out and touch.

You find yourself in this world, and you are not alone. Your dreams and those of other join at the edges, pulling into each other along similar threads.

And you are watched by something even greater.

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[bloodand]

And there's a small shift, and there's a cathedral at the end of the street, and giant metal bars arch over the city. It's different, but not too different - even the cleanest of pilgrim cities still has some level of dirt and grime, some bad end of town.

That's where the redhead walks now, following his own footsteps through streets that seem too empty and too lively all at once. It's half-familiar, and he knows the path he's walking but can't remember where he's going. It's frustrating.

He sees motion in the corner, in the shadow of one of the arches, and stops in the moonlight (still red, somehow not a part of his dream). "Who's there?"

[peafowl]

The twins peer around the corner and see the redhead. The pink peacock begins to wave and her twin grabs her arm and yanks her back behind cover, out of the redhead's line of sight. After a brief second and an indignant squawk, the pink peacock reappears around the corner, dragging her twin behind her. She waves at the redhead.

"Just us! We ain't dangerous, promise!"

She notices the cathedral in the distance behind the redhead and a small spark of hope appears for her. Maybe there's a way out of the spirit-ridden San Dimitrius, after all.

The blue peacock, meanwhile, harbours no such optimism. A part of him wants to yell at the redhead to run, before the spirits arrive.