In whispered echoes of the cosmos, each star a candle flickers, beckoning. One must traverse the river of shadows, through tempest and serenity, into the veil of dreams.
The rite of dreaming begins as the sun bows out of the sky, yielding to the night’s embrace. Here among the forgotten pathways, the auras loom heavier, yet comforting in their ancestral glow.
Entering the Unknown – a journey marked by scars and stories, each step evoking the dawning awareness of self. Who you were, who you are to become, and what lies just beyond consciousness.
These rites, like rivers, carve through mountains of oblivion. We're stripped bare before the altar, each initiation a layer forgotten, a shadow disbanded.
We meet the Guardian of the Dream, cloaked in eternity’s weave. It reveals not in words but in silence – an understanding without utterance. Leap into the abyss of self, and soar above the clouds of doubt.
Reflect upon the passageways turned into mirrors; each face a pupil once, now a master. Remember the creaking doors we pushed open, one by one, until we found ourselves within a sanctuary of floors unseen.
Embark further into the Whisper of the Abysmal Plane or return to the Echoes of Forgotten Realms.