visions the one hundred thirty-second; [ action (dream) ]

[i_themagician]

At first, it's dark and you're vaguely aware of the sensation of floating steadily upwards. It takes a while, but you start to make out shapes in the gloom, obscured by clouds of dust or vague, indistinct shadows. As the light brightens, you look up and realize that you're underwater, not far from the surface at this point. You swim upwards, even though you don't seem to be wanting for air, but when you breach the surface you notice that you barely even make a ripple. In fact, you're suddenly sitting in a rather shallow but wide and perfectly circular pool, which you emerge from completely dry. Next to you is a large copper isoscoles triangle, and if you were to stand up you'd notice that it forms the gnomon for an even larger sundial whose demarkating lines lie outside the pool. If you looked at it from above, it'd almost look like a sun. A garden surrounds the sundial, and then a forest of flowering trees, but you can't see beyond that.

Clow is sitting at the edge of the pool, his back to you. When you look at him the first time there's a brief flash of an image - a key going into a lock, locking it, and then withdrawing. Obviously, he doesn't seem to notice you for a moment, but then he turns around and smiles.

"Well, fancy meeting you here~."

[ooc: Yes, it's interactive, but the environment will change at the whims of Clow's subconscious. Unless you're really good at lucid dreaming (he's not) you'll probably be subject to whatever his twisted mind throws at you. Unless maybe you happen to find that key. ]