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[marreddreams]

[Do you know where you are?]

[Perhaps it's in a field full of wildflowers, far as the eye can see. Or, perhaps it's a cobblestone street with the scent of fresh apples for sale. Maybe it isn't somewhere quite that pleasant.]

[Wherever you are, something isn't quite right. It isn't an obvious thing, but rather a lingering instinct somewhere in the

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[marreddreams]

[And for those of you who were either not asleep, or have woken up, you'll find one Road Kamelot in a room in one of the neutral hallways, sprawled out over a fainting couch that could only have come from a French brothel and humming a little tune.]

[Despite working on a lollipop that's far too big for her face, she looks anything but pleased.]

[cardio_swindle]

[Totally a placeholder for when he wakes up, but he'll find her and sit next to her, whatever the contents of his dreams.]

Morning, love.

[marreddreams]

[Spent all night, trekking through dreams. Awakening - fully awakening - is beyond exhausting. Her eyes follow him, and her tune slows to a stop when he sits next to her.]

[Have a niece crawling into your lap?]

[cardio_swindle]

[He shifts to accommodate, leaning back and generally making himself more couch-like.]

[silenthistory]

[Here in this dream, it takes place in a graveyard with iron gates and everything.

And standing right in the middle of it is Lavi, who's covering his ears and clenching his eye shut.]

[marreddreams]

[But it's so quiet here, isn't it? A deafening kind of quiet. Strange, how it's impossible to find complete silence.]

[From behind his eyelid, Lavi should notice the way there's light shifting in the distance, like a large bonfire just over the edge of a hill. People? Perhaps you don't have to be alone, after all.]

[silenthistory]

[He tries to ignore the deafening silence, but that light.

Lavi slowly opens his eye, as if to see if that light's really there, but there's something else that he noticed too.

His eyepatch was missing. Where did it go?]

[marreddreams]

[Perhaps the people by the fire will know. It never hurts to ask.]

[A soft sound starts to sift through the silence, music. A radio? Just under it is the sound of voices. Two of them. Although it's all still too far away to discern exactly what is being said, or being listened to.]

[herlastwish]

[He's standing in a forest, extending forever in every way. All the trees are tall and thin, but the branches and leaves at the top seem to block out the sunlight.

Absently, he notes how... conflicted he feels. The same sort of conflicted he felt when he and Bookman left before the last battle.]

[marreddreams]

[There is something off about this place, though it may be difficult to pinpoint exactly what is so off. The colors are too vibrant, despite the lack of sunlight pouring in through the canopy of trees. The details are too sharp - all at once, it's like there's a panoramic view of the entire forest.]

[Was that pathway extending in both directions always at your feet, Lavi? In one direction, the forest seems to be getting lighter. In the other, darker.]

[herlastwish]

[He stands there, motionless, for the longest time.

Eventually he starts off towards the light.]

[marreddreams]

[It wouldn't be hard for any Bookman to realize that the air is getting lighter with each passing step. Even the canopy above seems to be letting more light in - thin beams of sunlight streaking through the air, illuminating the swirling dust.]

[If he should take a moment to glance back, however, he'll notice that the darkness from the opposite direction seems to be following at his pace. Not in a particularly threatening sort of way, but almost as though it's matching him step for step.]

[recordsfire]

[Anyone who enters this dream will arrive in a mansion filled with mirrors.

And Deke's just sitting against the wall, looking conflicted as he looks at one of the mirrors.]

[marreddreams]

[48 mirrors, perhaps?]

[From behind the mirrors, the world is starting to change, slowly. Almost as if it's blacking out, the features and details of the mansion are turning a deep, dull gray, giving it a much more cavernous feeling than it really is.]

[Do you hear that sound, Lavi? Like a low, grinding growl.]

[recordsfire]

[Frowning, Deke quickly stands up, looking around.

Where is that growl coming from?]

[marreddreams]

[It's coming from everywhere, and nowhere, all at once. At first it sounds like it's due west, and all at once it sounds like it's coming from right behind him.]

[Don't look now. All of your reflections are staring you down.]

[demonshistory]

[Turn back now if you can. Because this place? It's Hell.

Screams and laughter are heard in this dream.

And standing off to the side is the demon and he has his hands clenched into fists at his side]

[marreddreams]

[It's been said that Hell is personal, one's own interpretation. We shall put that to good use, yes?]

[There's a soft, flitting sort of sound. Almost like mechanical wings. Look close enough, and Lavi will see a speck of gold flicking by him, about the size of a golf ball with a tail. Are you going to follow?]

[demonshistory]

[Lavi's eye widened when the golem flies by. It can't be.

He quickly follows after it, not realizing that the sounds are getting louder as he continues to chase after Timcanpy.]

[marreddreams]

[But it is. How many golden golems do you know, Lavi?]

[Flitting, flitting, flitting, and around a sharp bend.]