birds singing in the sycamore tree

[baedalites]

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.

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[diogenesis]

"It seems you have indeed done your piece," Mycroft says. That much is obvious, from the missing fingers and the PTSD to the "UNDESIRABLE #1" Mycroft had glimpsed as a headline in one of the newspapers summoned by Sebastian's avatar. Underneath the headline had been a photograph of Sebastian as a teenager.

"I have always found the phrase 'pointless knowledge' curious," he says. His features begin to meld back into forgettable obscurity; the scent of a storm fades away. The darkness, however, stays with him.

"After all, it is useful even to know falsehoods, as long as you are aware they are false."