A Wave of Flowers
Dream Stage
“The dream begins,” announces a woman’s voice.
The stadium lights dim, and we find ourselves in a large cave filled with fog.
“What is this, Keela?” I whisper.
“Illusion, Master Yagrin.”
“The stadium is still here, but you can’t see it.”
“The performers have built a stream of three-dimensional images and experiences which fill every corner of the stadium.”
“They call it the dream.”
The fog clears, and we’re in one of the vat rooms in the cave of the old ones.
Three old ones rise from the vats, and walk toward the door.
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