Nestled in a bed of clouds in the void is an old wooden shack. The door is unlocked, and there are voices coming from inside. Opening that door is probably extremely unwise, but then again, the one reading this has probably made a lot of unwise decisions before.

Inside the single-room cabin, enthroned on a large green reclining chair is a lady with purple hair flowing down her shoulders, wearing a long white robe and a matching frilly cap. Her wooden shepherding stick sat next to her, resting against the recliner. This clearly was a woman of great magical prowess, and looked so graceful and majestic as she... eats cereal and watches TV? which was the source of the voices. After swallowing her latest spoonful, she starts speaking in a soft and neutral tone.

You're here already? That was fast~ She finally sets the bowl aside and stands up, dusting crumbs off of her robe. Are you wondering where we are? I think you already know. But I'll tell you anyways. She opens her arms in some kind of grand gesture. "Welcome, mortal, to your very own World of Dreams, where your beautiful mind is the limit to what you can achieve. I, the ever-present daimon, Chimera, will be your loyal guide on this splendid journey." ...That's what I was told to say. She drops her arms back down. To be honest, I'm not really feeling like it today. Can I get a day off?