[Which is the least of his worries. He's died before. Felt his heart stop, felt that all-encompassing pain, then... when it stopped.
But, oh. The secrets of this world. That's far more interesting.]
Most people can't control their dreams.
I don't think it's so much control as... influence. The subconscious building. Good and bad, terrifying and wonderful. Each person's meshing with those around them, and the resulting hybrid is what we perceive as Luceti.
Perhaps with suggestions from... whoever's behind the scenes. Whatever we wake up to.
[The shifts, for instance. They might be... from anything. From hearing poetry or prose read, from music played, from sensations caused.
It was a theory, vague and elusive, but...
But it was something to grasp at. A place to start.
A glint of light in the darkness for a mind that had been searching for it, for some fraction of an idea to grasp, for far too long.]
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[Which is the least of his worries. He's died before. Felt his heart stop, felt that all-encompassing pain, then... when it stopped.
But, oh. The secrets of this world. That's far more interesting.]
Most people can't control their dreams.
I don't think it's so much control as... influence. The subconscious building. Good and bad, terrifying and wonderful. Each person's meshing with those around them, and the resulting hybrid is what we perceive as Luceti.
Perhaps with suggestions from... whoever's behind the scenes. Whatever we wake up to.
[The shifts, for instance. They might be... from anything. From hearing poetry or prose read, from music played, from sensations caused.
It was a theory, vague and elusive, but...
But it was something to grasp at. A place to start.
A glint of light in the darkness for a mind that had been searching for it, for some fraction of an idea to grasp, for far too long.]