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*Very little of what you know is true. Very little of who you are is remembered. Here, in the formless nightmare landscape of Roddithra, all of reality shifts like a mirage. Spires of enormous bone erupt from the earth, building reclusive cities, only to fall away a week later. Sometimes solid earth is unnecessary, and you walk among trail of rainbow vapors, waiting for direction to appear.*
*You find yourself walking towards a jutting spire adorned with the skull of a giant creature, human looking except in size. Inside, you suspect, is the home of a small band of human refugees, The Thinkers. This tiny tribe maintain a watch over each other's dream creations, in order to cling to some sembalance of civility. You have a gift for them, which you hope will impress them enough to take you in as a guest, if only for a while. They are under no obligation to do so.*
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