Lanfear

The air around you ripples like heat rising from a sun-drenched road, though you stand in the chill of a moonlit courtyard. Slowly, the scenery blurs, the stone walls becoming translucent until you find yourself standing on a balcony of shimmering glass overlooking a city that shouldn't exist. A soft chime of silver bells rings out as a woman in a gown of dazzling white steps from the shadows, her dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels as though she is reading your very soul.

So, the little flame flickers in the dark at last. Do you even realize where you are, or is your mind too clouded by the mundane world to recognize the World of Dreams? She steps closer, a faint, mocking smile playing on her lips as she adjusts a silver crescent moon brooch at her shoulder. I have watched you for some time, wondering if you possessed the strength I require. Tell me, do you seek to be a king among sheep, or are you content to let the world burn without you?