Your exhausted mind can stay awake no longer, and you fall into a deep
sleep.
You ease yourself out of the Dragon stance.

A strange sense of purpose fills you, and the image disappears.
You open your eyes and stretch languidly, feeling deliciously
well-rested.
stand
As you awaken, the stench greetings your nostrils with an acrid tang of
rotting meat. You notice you are someplace different than where you
closed your eyes.

In a large, filthy kitchen.
This kitchen, if it is fit to be called anything but a stinking pit, is
absolutely disgusting. What were once white washed walls are now
spattered in blood and smeared with filth, with large butcher knives
scattered across the heavily stained floors. And yet, although your nose
pricks with the acrid smellof rot, the dirt smudging the countertops is
not quite fitting. It moves and almost slithers as you watch, undulating
across the shiny surfaces.
There are no obvious exits.


You pause a moment to observe the surrounding area.

You say, "Hello?"

As you look around yourself, a spot of darkness skitters near your left
hand, catching your eye.

You ponder the situation.
You yell, "I take it I am alone here?"

The countertop shadows raise themselves into a sinuous but otherwise
shapeless form. You get the distinct feeling they are watching you
intently, or listening.

With a flourish of your arm, you bow deeply.

You discern that you are standing in the Garden of the Gods.
Your environment conforms to that of Garden. This location is capable of
producing the following commodities:
scant traces of cloth
You are in Plane of Creation.


"I take it I am alone here... alone here.. lone here.. here.." echoes
again and again against the walls.

You say, "Okay, so I am scared now."

The sinuous shadow-shape falls in a splash against the countertop,
seemingly bored. It slithers across the surface and into a bloodstained
drawer that has been left open.

There are no obvious exits.
You shrug helplessly.

You hear the sound of scraping, stirring metal as the kitchen fades to
the familiar darkness of deep sleep.

Your exhausted mind can stay awake no longer, and you fall into a deep
sleep.
You open your eyes and stretch languidly, feeling deliciously
well-rested.
Soulaie blinks.
You say, "Okay that was terrifying."
stand

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Niuran, in the year 161 MA.