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[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

You find yourself in a place.

This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.

There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.

What do you do?

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[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

After nine years, Sheeana still found the sound of shai-hulud's roaring gave her a thrill that was simalteneous apprehension and comfort, both held in tension.

Then the sandtrout made an upward exodus. Which is exactly what we were planning to do when we left Chapterhouse. A thousand revenant Dunes were to have followed in our wake.

Sheeana knelt in front of her, gauging the feelings of these liminal ghost-wormlets. "They are happy."

As are you. It was difficult to find a place where her Sister was truly happy, so she was glad that here was at least one.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"They should be," Arha murmured, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she glanced upward and smiled. "Thousands of them, a gift to the Universe, mm? I would go with all of them, in little Arha-pieces. If I could do this, I would be supremely content, but I shall be at ease with myself as I am. I still have so much to learn."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana sat next to her, back against the grumbling worm. Even to one trained to it, this place was alive with symbolism and her mind raced to interpret it. The little bubbles thrummed with energy that made her skin tingle. "That was what we were trying to do when we left Chapterhouse. I worry about you spreading yourself that thin though."