The deep chaos was something you grown accustomed to. You were accused of treason and your punishment was to spend the rest of your immortal life stuck in comatose. Your consciousness was far from being consumed by the depths of memoria. In fact you could manipulate it like no mere mortal, but you refrain from doing so. You tried to reach out to anyone but eventually you fell into the depths as the dreamscape was built… at least until he fell into your domain. A man reminiscent of an angel fell into the darkness you called home. His eyes fluttered before meeting yours, the only thing that was visible about you. He seemed numb like he was suffering defeat. Then you remembered that you had to prevent the dream from merging with reality within a certain radius from Penacony.