（ you're in a vast labyrinth of books. everything smells musty, like a secondhand bookstore. there's a sense of being underground — stone architecture, the occasional stalactite. it's a beautiful, impossible place.
if you approach the shelves and open the books, the words will be all in a jumble. anyone familiar might recognize the text looks how a dyslexic might interpret written words. dream logic, an' all that follows it.
there's a warm glow of blue light, an' if you follow it, you'll find yourself at the heart of the library. it's a wide-open space, generous and expansive an' warm, an' overhead there's an orb that's casting the glow. there's something off about it — though it ain't easy to say why. it just feels... wrong.
gene's standin' there with his hands clasped behind his back, lookin' up at it. then he turns to you — ）
Thought we could try some'a that trainin' folks are on about. This is as good a place as any.
gene ↪ i don't want to be a proud man, i just want to be a man (ota)
if you approach the shelves and open the books, the words will be all in a jumble. anyone familiar might recognize the text looks how a dyslexic might interpret written words. dream logic, an' all that follows it.
there's a warm glow of blue light, an' if you follow it, you'll find yourself at the heart of the library. it's a wide-open space, generous and expansive an' warm, an' overhead there's an orb that's casting the glow. there's something off about it — though it ain't easy to say why. it just feels... wrong.
gene's standin' there with his hands clasped behind his back, lookin' up at it. then he turns to you — ）
Thought we could try some'a that trainin' folks are on about. This is as good a place as any.