Dreams are made of mana, and generate mana. Sometimes they remain pleasant, other times they take on the form of nightmares but their source remains the same.
Alrik heard the words, but they seemed to come from faraway. He felt like he was floating, yet it wasn't the kind of feeling he experienced in the soul plane.
Alrik. Focus. Dreams are distracting and can take on any shape or form with no one to tame them. You're being led away from the reason you're back here. Don't let them tame you, or the nightmares will take over.
He also heard this, but it still sounded too far away. And the sound felt like it was coming from a tunnel, echoing around, yet seeming to come from one point.
"Where am I? Who am I?" He asked into the void, and tried to open his eyes, but even with his eyes open, it still remained dark.
This darkness was unlike what he had ever felt. Then he began to see images, hear voices. But it seemed more like a memory.
