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[sleep_uneasy]

So this is where everyone went. We're all mortal now? Ain't that a bitch. I can only imagine how messy things are going to be when we get back to the Dream World, if we ever do.

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[unloved_nymph]

Oh! Um, Hello! Are you, um, alright? It can be hard to adjust to this place? Are you a son of Lord Hypnos, sir?

[sleep_uneasy]

Yeah, I'm fine and I am. Is my father here? Eh, I'll find a way to get by.

[unloved_nymph]

Yes! Lord Hypnos and Lord Thanatos and Lady Lethe and Morpheus and Lady Pasithea and Lord Phantasos are all here! I hope you weren't lonely be yourself.

[sleep_uneasy]

I have over a thousand siblings. Loneliness would be welcome but meh, good to hear they are okay. At least I'm assuming they are.

[unloved_nymph]

Goodness. And I thought I had a lot of sisters.

But yes! They're fine.

[sleep_uneasy]

That's one word for it.

Good, good. So, who are you?

[unloved_nymph]

Oh! Right. I'm Echo. Your family has been very kind to me here. They've been, um, looking out for me. Sometimes Cronus places tricks you see.

[sleep_uneasy]

Heh, I'm a little different than the rest of my family. Tricks, huh? Whatever,t his is probably some kind of dream anyways.

[unloved_nymph]

You haven't, um, told me your name yet, sir. So I can't tell by that alone. I promise when you do I'll have the, um, suitable reaction.

Wouldn't you know if you were dreaming, sir?

[sleep_uneasy]

You can call me Icelus or Phobetor. Either works.

Why else would we be like this?

[unloved_nymph]

Um, gasp, sir!

I would think the God of Nightmares could be more, um, creative?

[sleep_uneasy]

Yes, gasp.

Whatever.

[unloved_nymph]

I mean it would be your, um, area. So you would know? And everyone would have to be dreaming at once as a group and, um, why would you dream about the internet and nymphs who write way to much and-

Sorry.

[sleep_uneasy]

Dreams are weird things. People have dreamed about far weirder things. But meh, why are we in this place anyways? You mentioned something about Cronus' tricks.

[unloved_nymph]

Cronus broke out of prison and is turning everyone into, um, mortals. Once a month he punishes us with tricks. The ones I've been here for include changing peoples, um, genders, making all of the women crazy, making all the men ugly, shrinking people, locking us out of the complex and, um, killing ourselves.

[sleep_uneasy]

Sounds like a real party, except for the part where it's not at all. I'm guessing people have been here for a while?