Sleep falls thick and heavy around your body.
Time becomes an abstract thing, a concern for those in the waking world.
It feels good to sink.
It feels good to let the fog wrap you.
All is still and all is quiet in this place of nothing.
But what's this? A spark.
Something is squirming out from the blanket of sleep.
It might be a memory, it might be a dream, but something is coming through.
To continue into the story, we need to translate you into the narrative. Answer the below questions. Write the answers somewhere where you can copy and paste them. There is a link to an email form at the bottom of this page for you to submit your answers.
I will use what you write to create a character for you in the narrative.