"YOUR MIND IS DAMAGED, CHILD. YOU DREAM OF DREAMERS PAST. LIVES THAT ONCE WERE SURFACE AGAIN. YOU MUST SINK OR YOU WILL BE LOST."
Dreams of the cavern again! I run my phantom hands along its walls and recognize every flaw. There is writing here, but I cannot read it. Carved into texture. Burned into shadow. Answers unreachable within my slumber.
I am flying without form! I am the wind. No, I am upon the wind, pulled away from the city. Across field and forest. Once again, I study my path though I know it will be lost when I wake.
I hear them. Warnings. Prophecy. Doom. Nightmares! I am needed. I need.
I see a face. It is my own and then it is my father's. My Caesar. The flesh upon his skull picked apart by carrion birds!
Cleopatra and Caesar kiss while Roma burns! I shout to Caesar! Turn around! Turn and save your people!
Twenty-three blades. Twenty-three keys.
"EXCESS INFORMATION EASILY SHED. UNIMPORTANT. IRRELEVANT."