051: The Viscountess Ana

[Ona]

"Good Morning, Viscountess."

Where am I?

I open my eyes in a room that feels both strange and familiar. My mind is expecting to see large cushions and a burning fire. Instead, I see long rays of daylight streaming through sheer curtains on tall windows that look out into a sunlit garden of roses and lavender, lilac and jasmine.

The room is fine, elegant, draped in silks, and crafted of gleaming hardwoods polished to a shine. The servant who just spoke, a human, is standing near the door of the room in a uniform of some sort, holding a delicate silver bell.

The last words of the Elf King are still ringing in my ears. He gave me very specific instructions and warnings.

First, I may be a bit disoriented when I arrive, look for something familiar, think of something familiar, to connect you to the real world so that you don't get lost in the mind fog.

Second, it is in the nature of the dream state to force me to conform to the shape of the universe within. In this world, I am little