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[crazedingly]

[Walk into Delirium's 'house'. A hundred sleepless nights breeze past your face. The smell of hospital disinfectant and despairing dementia swirls in shades of blue and green in the maelstrom of colours. You might see a sundial that doesn't work, or a pool of live butterflies, or a stack of a thousand fevered hallucinations. You might even, if you'

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[toweredingly]

[Roland is really wishing he hadn't gone to investigate that smoke now]

[He actually did pass the siguls, but he didn't pay them much attention. They were just part of the scenery]

[He's mostly just having horrible flashbacks to what Walter showed him right after Jake died. You know, the whole universe-and-your-place-in-it thing?]

[...Del's realm is basically just close enough and just far enough away from the inside of Roland's head to make it the worst it could possibly be]

Gods...

[His eyes are watering]

[toweredingly]

'Tis the memory of my father's face, to guide me.

[Opening his eyes, he takes a deep breath]

If I retrace my steps, can I leave that way?

[crazedingly]

Maybe. Everything always moves around. I don't know.

[toweredingly]

I'm used to worlds in flux. Mayhap not this quick, but...

The gallery was... [looking around]

[crazedingly]

You saw my gallery?!

[toweredingly]

...Yes?

[crazedingly]

Oh. I can't find my gallery.

[toweredingly]

The one with the siguls and the blank frame?

[crazedingly]

[Awwww, you mentioned the blank frame. Sadface.]

It was my brother's. The frame. But he went away. He didn't want to be him any more.

[toweredingly]

I can sympathise with that...

Sai... what are they the shapes of? If your shape is the human form of madness?

A book, a helmet, a ring, a heart, and that shape which in days of old they called an ankh. The heart is love or lust, I'd guess, and the hooked ring mayhap fear, but...

[crazedingly]

They're the shapes of my brothers and sisters. A book an ankh a helmet a sword a ring a heart a mist. The sword is gone, because my brother is gone. My sigil isn't there because it's my gallery and I don't need to talk to myself. I do. Talk to myself. But I don't need the sigil to do it. Because I'm already in my realm. My brother is Destiny and my sister is Death and my brother is Dream and my sister is Despair and my sister-brother is Desire.

[toweredingly]

[He follows this as best he can - which, given his pounding migraine, isn't half as well as usual - then nods slowly]

Destiny is a book?

[crazedingly]

[Shakes her head]

Destiny's like me only not. He's tall and he can't see and he's sort of scary and he doesn't talk a lot.

[toweredingly]

No, but his sigul is a book. Why a book? I'd have said a wheel, mayhap, or...

[crazedingly]

He's got a book. A big book. It's got everything in it.

[toweredingly]

Ah.

A book, a wheel, a river, a wind... so many symbols for ka.

[Yeah, Del's realm is making Roland's sanity a bit fuzzy around the edges]

I have to get out of here. [Turning and walking in what his internal compass tells him is the way he came]