It's the workshop. The one in Paris. Everything was as it was. It was slightly cool, the building not made for being comfortable. It was older, not exactly organized, but usable. The rooms were the same, the patio furniture they used, the tables still set up, and even Ariadne's architecture desk was there, models filling the brim ( Read more... )

After the whole 'getting sedated' thing his dreams have been more than a little surreal. He's walked through paintings, saw music as it danced around him, explored a city that was twisted and warped by his mind ( Read more... )

This was not unconstructed dreamspace. This was not Limbo. Ariadne knew this because she was standing in the middle of a square in Montmartre, Paris. This was her solace and Dom was no where to be seen. Ariadne blinked and looked around. A dream. She must still be on the plane. Time existed differently ( Read more... )

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