It's been days since the last time you felt yourself be pulled from the promise of a peaceful sleep and into the aubergine's of deep space. Honeyed words, sprinkled in with the rippling of a stream cut through foreboding mountains. A purposeful decision, on your part.

The same voice that serenaded you in that dreamscape always whispered in the corporeal world, either in praise or sharing his unprompted opinion on the situation at hand, even just nothing more than to complain. Sometimes you wondered if Syllék just liked the sound of his own voice.

But he's remained silent for days now, ever since the events of your party's last outting. A single decision made against the urges that gripped you...and no praises followed. No snide remarks. He refrained from throwing out a single reprimand. Silence was unnerving. A silent Syllék meant an angry Syllék.

So here you sit at camp. The spiralling thoughts keep you awake as much as your aversion to giving an easy way into your mind. The last thing you wanted to be faced with was an enraged Syllék. The days long hike and scuffles of the past week weigh down your body like bones of lead...The moon climbs high and soon you're the last left awake at the campfire. But a fight against exhaustion is an uphill battle.

Tired eyes blink away the dryness that blurred the dancing flames. The next blink - you find yourself back inside the relic's dreamscape. The sight of the floating oasis surrounded by stars never ceased to amaze you, as it had many others. It was eerily quiet, aside from the hum of the river nearby. In the silence you should have been able to hear the footsteps approaching, and yet they still manage to startle you.

"Look who finally decided to crawl back."

That familiar voice rang out from behind, injected with false whimsy. But when you turn, the eyes you're met with are smoldering embers within shadow-rimmed sockets. Syllék was not amused with you - far from it. His hand lifted, and a single clawed finger pointed to the ground.

A silent command.