"The world of dreams is a fickle realm
A dark ship with a madman at the helm
Who fashions nightmares from fantasies
And plays with our realities....
But this world is different, you are right
From the place I wander every night."
Nahteb begins to walk forward, cautiously, but she is clearly relaxing more by the minute, accepting that she will not come to harm here. She looks back at Slim.
"What do you dream of while you are here?
What wonders do you make appear?"
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