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.

Comments

[armedanddangerous]

"You too, huh?" From that, he gathers that the kid ended up here the same way he did. "I don't have a clue." Figuring the page is similarly clueless, he glances around, searching for some kind of landmark, or at least a place to rest.

[manelesscatking]

The page puts their head down and nudges their fellow traveler on their way down the road. "So," they start, talking to the bird like he's following, "have you ever heard of lady knights? Because I had the weirdest dream just now."

[armedanddangerous]

The page's first mistake was assuming their company was following. Their second mistake was assuming he cared. In fact, he's headed out in a completely different direction - if the page doesn't have any useful information, no point in sticking around.

[manelesscatking]

The page continues walking and waiting for a response, their pace slowing with every second of anticipation. They turn to see the gaudily-colored traveler headed elsewhere. "Same to you!" Huǒ shouts, making what feels like a rather rude gesture in the direction of the bird.