"I was dreaming about paradise. About the Sixth House, when it was still full of laughter and music. They were celebrating my next step on the path towards enlightenment, or whatever it was we believed we were pursuing. And for a while, it was wonderful. But then I remembered. I remembered, and it became a waking dream. The halls turned to flesh, our flesh, the flesh of the Lord of the Mountain, and it closed in on me, bidding me to stay, to become one with it. Even without my willing it, my flesh bonded willingly to it, and I had to tear myself free in order to escape. I do not know what this dream will do if you try to leave it, but if you do not try, I fear that it will try to consume you nonetheless."