Dream the final dream (Mr Wines)

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From: For the Last Time


This is a dream bathed in starlight. London – Earth – is far behind. Ahead is something you cannot quite see; it may be the Sun. It may be something else.


Success

Yes. That is how it would be

[varies, see table below]

...and then you come back to yourself. You still possess the pale near-green gem. It cannot lead you into any further visions, but the colour has deepened, and something slithers at its heart if you stare long enough.

Success Instructions: This was the last of your Viric dreams. If you'd like to dream again, you may purchase another from the Shopkeeper in Veilgarden.

Subject of a Trance-DreamFirst Paragraph
101You are flying […] It is the hour of the hunt, and so you have a little time alone with each other, away from the other Masters, […] the Bazaar. […] you wonder if this is happiness; if 'happiness' is a word that encompasses the feeling this dream imparts.
102You are flying, though the dream hazily elides how […] You talk very little; the air is thin, between the stars, and the flying is difficult, and little remains to be said, between the two of you.
103You are flying, though the dream hazily elides how […] Even now, it still wrestles with self-doubt. You soothe your spouse with words of fire; the air up here is too thin to speak.
104You are flying […] It seldom speaks to you; time stretches along a long, slow journey under the harsh light of the stars. You sometimes wonder if it wanted to bring you along at all, or if some bonds are simply not meant to be broken.
105You fly under your own power, but your wings are still small. You rely on flying in Wines' wake […] You seldom speak; when you do it is in words of fire. […] only one is distinct enough to understand: A WARMTH WITHOUT WHICH THE COLD WOULD BE UNBEARABLE.
106You fly under your own power, but your wings are still small. You rely on flying in Wines' wake to keep up. It seldom speaks to you […] You sometimes wonder if it wanted to bring you along at all, or if some bonds are simply not meant to be broken.