you found a door. sky is dark. the moon has seen you.

A being with a long and gloriously embelished albiet tattered shawl covering most of their body aproaches from the shadows

Not really sure how you made your way here from the outside winds but i am glad you now have somewhere warm to rest yourself. welcome, come, sit by the fire. i have collections, you wish to see?"yes, but first, what are those scrawls and scratches by the door?"

you sit, amongst the dust, critters and records of days long passed

• "Show me your visions, the ones that visit from beyond the walls."
• "I want to know the sounds your skin feels when you dream."
• "I have to understand the sigils underneath your fingernails, please, would you indulge me?"