As you approach, you hear that howling noise behind you again, followed by a familiar lilting voice. The world again shifts around you, with a path forming in front of you that leads into a cave.

"Seriously?" Tree-rider arrives behind you, this time riding a sleigh pulled by rabbits instead of riding a tree. "He wants that role again? I thought I made it clear to him that's not the kind of story I want to tell. Oh well. We'll do it his way I guess. Keep going to the mountains, through the passage, enigmatic hero, and do not terry. You are too interesting to die like this, right here. I will hold him off."

He starts to ride off.

"Sigh... Again?"

I'll head into a cave. Forcing the dreamstuff and illusions into a shape of a torch to light my way.

As you are technically not altering reality, you can alter the shape of this world. You hear chitters of protest in your mind, but you don't get an impression that you've made things worse. Just not any better for yourself.

You make a weak torch out of thin air, by tapping into the power of the narrative. Because the plot demands the hero has a light source when going into a cave.

OOC: Manipulate Narrative 1@2. You're a natural.

I continue into the cave.
"I'm sorry Pattern Spiders. I'm trying to get somewhere quiet so I wont need to use my magic so often."

As you enter the cave, it becomes more...real. Something is ending the dream down here. Ahead, you see a green light down the cavern, and you swear you see a glimpse of yourself.

A whisper drifts through the cave. "Over here."

I'll try to find the one who made the whisper and the Green light.
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You go deeper into the cavern. The green light stays close, and then moves ahead of you, deeper into the caverns. The shadow it casts is a glimpse of a large man. You smell damp, stagnant water ahead, and the darkness down here is almost palpable.

"This way."

I'll continue to follow it.
"Who are you?"

You enter a large chamber with a flat, dark lake in it. On the shores are columns of skulls and bones, with an island dimly visible in the middle of it. A boat is on the beach, small though it is. That whisper chimes again, this time from the lake itself. A green light source flickers under the lake.

"This way. Over here."

"Answer me first. Who are you"

You receive no answer in the darkness, save a whisper.

"Answer me first. Who are you?"

"I Am Magnus. Now tell me who you are."

Your torch runs out of dream essence and dies out, leaving the room lit only by the faint green light.

"I am Magnus. Now tell me who you are."

I Spend some of my chi to produce a Bright white light.

You sense some kind of altered power wave rolling away from you, but otherwise you create a dim light that contrasts with the green coming from the lake. From the lake, you sense the same wrongness you just gave out, and white light shoots through the green, almost making a slow moving strobe.

"... What's going on here? "

Let's take the boat to that island.

You manage to push the boat out without a capsize. When you arrive, you encounter nothing on the island but a pile of rags, and lots of fish bones scattered about. The green and white light is all around the island, and seems strongest under the shore here.

I'll try to find the source of that green light.

When you look into the water, you catch a perfect glimpse of your own reflection, searching the water. The source of the light appears to be your own hand in the reflection. In fact, you notice the light has concentrated under you.

The water begin to churn and bubble next to you, and the lake ripples away from your reflection, as it rises from the lake like an unholy Lazarus. Your reflection is off, in that your arms are now dangling in front of them, there is a look of regret and sorrow on the face, and the eyes flicker green. It is knee deep in the lake.

"What Are You?"

It looks up at you, and speaks in your own voice, tone matched and all.

"What...are you? I am Magnus."

What does the hand the light is coming form look like?

"What where you doing below the lake?"

It's in the opposite hand you have the light in. Right to left, left to right. Just like a reflection.

"What were you doing...below the lake? What...is going on here?"

"I see. You can only say what I have said in this cave. You seem like a reflection of me. So what do you want? To Exist? To Get Out of here? Enlightenment?"

He looks at you.

"I see. Want. Get. Reflection. I am reflection."