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I keep having the same dream.
A shadow chiseled into a mirror... that's where it all started. Stars billowed around, swirling past me as I reached towards them, never close enough to touch. In their world, in my mind, I was an inconsequential blip. I knew I could harness their power... I've seen what great and terrible things were possible with them. I had to get them for myself.
A room, but it's not my room: a crude sculpture by a power who knows not how the mind percieves light. Shadows dance across the floors and ceilings. Corridors stretch in impossible places, bathed in an uncanny glow.
I think I need to get rid of it.