Wolfie crosses the hovering threshold. The floor becomes a narrow ribbon of familiar boards, then dissolves beneath a vast, star-dusted void where his hallway should be.
Behind him, home and dream overlap in wavering layers: the living room’s crooked arches, the cracked frame, and a darkness full of distant constellations.
Beau Blumenthal
Keep walking. The path is direct while the dream still believes it has somewhere to go.
Beau follows closely, his split-toned form shimmering at the edges. Each step briefly gives him a different height, then the geometry settles around his boots.
The Stranger comes after him with weapon raised, his outline stretching thin as starlight passes through it. He keeps one hand near the unstable doorway.
The Stranger
Do not mistake a straight path for a safe one. The source is ahead, and it knows we are coming.
The hallway extends without end, bordered by fragments of Wolfie’s home on one side and the star-filled void on the other. Far ahead, something pulses beneath the darkness.
Reach the source of the dream
Understand the nature of the dream-spell