A Paler Shade of Gant
SPOILERS AHEAD! BE WARNED!
[…] There is a building here, but it doesn't form an impression on you […] Old? Proud? A courthouse, or a palace? Ideas drift away like soap bubbles.
You are simply here. […] Several other people are also here, but there's no actual need to speak to them.
The first paragraph and the beginning of the second paragraph vary based on Oneiropomp.
|0 - 4||In the Viric Jungle, Parabola shapes itself to the dreamer's whim, taking the imprint of their thoughts. But this place is muted and muffled. It is hard even to see your surroundings.|
[…] that isn't quite right. It's hard to know your surroundings. […]
|8+||In the Viric Jungle, Parabola shapes itself to the dreamer's whim, taking the imprint of their thoughts. You know it well: you have guided many dreams there.|
Here, your oneiropompic methods have no force. […]
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Storylet appears in Viric Jungle