“I have a recurring dream of fear and rock and mist. Hallways that lead to nothing.

I am in a large castle carved from obsidian. Crystalline tendrils simultaneously writhe and remain motionless on the ceiling as I walk the halls. I never start in the same place, yet always find my way to the Great Hall.

This place scares me…but compels me. I am afraid to explore the castle, but I cannot resist. I know this place cannot hurt me, but my instincts tell me otherwise.

This is my dream, but I am not alone.”