conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Lahra Conner's life is a dream. She is seventeen, and life seems to be made for her joy, for her pleasure. With a face beautiful as life itself and a mind sharp as the vilest of blades, Lahra never had trouble making her way throughout reality. 
  
  Lahra Conner's dreams are her life. Caught in a twisted journey across dark lands, in between altars long forgotten and into the hands of demons wanted and feared. For Lahra there are not a second she does not fear falling asleep, not a moment where she does not tremble from the thought of closing her eyes, if but for a split second. 
  
  At first they played their little games on her. Nightmares, twisted realities and dark secrets became her everyday remedy. More often than not had the young girl awoken from her slumber, cold sweat dripping from the trembling body. More than once had she rushed to the bed of her parents, crawling up only to discover they were not in fact dismembered, eaten or dead. Yet, Lahra never could feel relief, thus she knew all dreams carry an ounce of truth with them.
  
  Then came the pleasures. Men and women alike grew fond of her dreams, appearing within them more than once. From their mouths came sweet lies, guilty secrets. Sweet lips reached for hers, and the taste of cherry and roses were all too common. In her dreams curious hands caressed her, travelling upon paths on her body never before explored, and she often woke up aroused. Several time she could have sworn that it was all real, and often she wished it had been.
  
  At last the prophecies began, as twisted as it may sound. By now Lahra was sixteen, her womanhood since long begun. Now, the dreams were not nightmares, nor pleasures. Now, they were something grander and that small truth lay weight upon her. Before her eyes friends and family stood, chanting melodies strangely familiar, telling tales about a world reborn. Lahra was not afraid, not aroused, yet it was something within her reacting. Her inner demons had gotten control, their voices now hers. The perfect girl had gotten her own personal hell to live within, and it seemed that nothing could change it.
  
  And *you*, who are *you*? You are Lahra's unwanted demons. Her inner voices, nightmares, dreams and lovers. *You* are what is controlling her otherwise perfect life, always ready to cause mischief and pleasure. In your hands lay the life of an innocent girl, a virgin to reality and a teenager wishing for naught but peace. Will *you* grant it to her, or are her wishes all to minuscule?
  
  **Notes:** While this story might seem odd at first, it is a test in a new form of writing. While you have no "character" per say, you will have the ability to form the imaginary life of Lahra Conner instead. Think of it as problem solving, where you are guiding her through a scenario.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some love puzzles, and while Lahra is a woman with her wits sharp as the best of blades, you are simply too much. Your dreams have a deep message, but it is overly complicated and hard to decipher.
conversations.prefix: Puzzling:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Men is little without inspiration, and where you visit new ideas spring forth unhindered. It is a mysterious power, yet you always call for the child within.
conversations.prefix: Inspiring:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People call it sleepwalking, but you know better. Through your guidance, the thin line between reality and dream is passed, allowing actions in a more physical form.
conversations.prefix: Sleepwalking:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Through your visions, she has always survived. You have warned about a truth far too grim to comprehend. Thus were a waypoint stands, you are the wise guide.
conversations.prefix: Warning:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You bring forth the will in Lahra. After your visits she channels her life, energies focused on the goal she seeks to accomplish. From you, motivation flows freely.
conversations.prefix: Motivational:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are the definition of unwanted, a grim reminder of the frailty of life. For Lahra, you are what she fears the most, an apparition of stories she wish never to be told.
conversations.prefix: Nightmare:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You arouse her, caress her and make her long for all which love is. You *are* her cravings, the guilty secrets. You live for naught but her pleasure, and you are damn good at it.
conversations.prefix: Lustful Dream:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Frigments of truth twisted and malformed, that is all which you are. Granting Lahra brief glimps of a future only you seen, of her loved ones and of her self, you are evil, needed and just.
conversations.prefix: Prophecy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lahra is without you what you are without her, naught. And in your realms she is aware of herself, she is aware of the darkness waiting and the light longing to find its way to her heart.
conversations.prefix: Lucid Dream:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your words are true, yet twisted beyond recognition. For Lahra you tell the sweetest of truths and the grimmest of lies, urging her to complete what she never dared to otherwise.
conversations.prefix: Madman's Whisper:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are the grimmest of illusions, the vilest of messengers. Thus, through you only the truth is revealed, the alleys never walked conscious are strolled upon. The realisations spared fulfilled.
conversations.prefix: Truth:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Through you, she has no limits. Through your eyes, she is herself yet another being entirely. You are the dreams of herself, the window through she can watch what she would never have done, yet already did.
conversations.prefix: Entwined Twin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your are what would be defined as occult, your message what could only be described as disturbing. You link her to gods long forgotten, to sleepers better unwoken and to tales best untold.
conversations.prefix: Visions Untold:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your world is the true, hers but a masterful illusion. Through your eyes she sees all which is not, all which will never be. Yet you are the mirror, the surface of reflection, and the true tool to know oneself.
conversations.prefix: The Mirror:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are all which mankind desires, all which she longs for. You are the sun, the warm beaches and the days filled with little but relaxation. With you, she wishes little but to dream on, the reality best kept unreal and distant.
conversations.prefix: Paradise:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are able to communicate your message with such clarity that Lahra seldom resists it, waking up with a nagging feeling she was to do something.
conversations.prefix: Persuasive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Never forgotten, you leave your mark throughout Lahra's life. Ever since the innocence of childhood have you left your mark, forever changing the now young woman.
conversations.prefix: Unforgettable:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Some tales are best when they are told only partly, at their peak once the mountain beneath is left to imagination. You carry this attribute, your message forging a craving within Lahra.
conversations.prefix: Teasing:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Happiness is but a state of mind, and you are the switch. After your dreams Lahra is filled with not only energy, but a constant feeling of joy and the illusion that life truly is simple.
conversations.prefix: Invigorating:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While Lahra dreams, she is well aware of it. Seldom do you convince the young woman that your message is the real one, and never does she trust that you are reality.
conversations.prefix: Surreal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Had it not been for the act of waking up, Lahra would be convinced that your message is of the one true reality. Your illusions and tales are far too real to possibly be fake.
conversations.prefix: Real:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: After your visits, Lahra goes insane. For your whispers are truly macabre, capable of driving the young girl to reality's eclipse.
conversations.prefix: Manical:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Every move she takes under your watching eye is taking with extreme care. You scare the young woman senseless, and with it comes your inability to transfer a message.
conversations.prefix: Frightening:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Modesty has never been an attribute of the successful, and you are all but modest. You grant visions of grand eras, of actions heroic and important and most of all a life she only dreams about.
conversations.prefix: Grand:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: For Lahra, he was a mysterium. An intriguing enigma, standing there with pink hair, green eyes and a boyish, teasing smile.
conversations.prefix: The Boy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Often are you too much, too private and far too untimely. While you carry a message, Lahra have problems looking past the far more perverted scenes you cause.
conversations.prefix: Improper:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Where some dreams strike as important, deep and meaningful, you only come through as shallow, pointless and lightweight. You always have trouble making your point clear.
conversations.prefix: Shallow:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You aim far too high, telling stories which only overcomplicates things. For Lahra, you are confusing at best, terrifying at worst.
conversations.prefix: Overreaching:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You exist, but it is not your choice. You wish only to give Lahra the life she deserves, to let her dream freely, and to cure her fear for sleep.
conversations.prefix: Give Peace:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lahra is but a tool to you, a life with little meaning. You are to grant her the gift of death, to relieve her of reality's grim burdens.
conversations.prefix: Deliever Death:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lahra's life is a plague upon her existence, and for her to truly be you have to consume her dreams, her goals and her fears. Only then can they be redone into a life worthy living.
conversations.prefix: Consume and Correct:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: With great power comes great responsibility, something you know you have. In fact, you are aware that if you could control Lahra's dreams, you could probably control her life as well.
conversations.prefix: Assume Control:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Deep within Lahra, something awaits to be free, something only you can awake. You must awake the Sleeper, yet keep Lahra dreaming.
conversations.prefix: Wake the Sleeper:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lahra grasps for air, as she is buried alive in a place she never have seen. Around her worms crawl, and a cruel chill fills the small space.
conversations.prefix: Ten Feet Below:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Here has Lahra spent countless hours, talking, thinking and eating. Yet this time, the dining room is something else, something unreal.
conversations.prefix: The Dining Room:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The corridor is dark, the only source of light coming from the bedroom all too familiar. Could this be?
conversations.prefix: Outside Bed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The moment flees, running towards a reality far away. You must savior it, keep it in her mind and make her remember, else be it all in vain.
conversations.prefix: Savior the Moment:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While your dreams may be vivid and enlightening, you leave Lahra exhausted. Either physically or mentally tired, she never lives up to her true self.
conversations.prefix: Exhausting:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Beautifully sculpted against the warmth of the endless oceans, the Cliffs of Yahaa always holds their promise of peace and tranquility.
conversations.prefix: Cliffs of Yahaa:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While you are truly grand, you are twitching. Your dreams are unclear, and the surroundings can change any moment, confusing all within.
conversations.prefix: Twisted:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lahra is dying. Either her body will end what she is, or the mental strangulation will take its toll. All you know is that you need to live on, to have the girl create an image of herself, any means necessary.
conversations.prefix: Create Offspring:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You need to change her friends, her atmosphere. While you are in control within, the taste of changing all that she knows is far too sweet. Through her, the world will be yours, knowingly or not.
conversations.prefix: Corrupt Environment:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a plague upon her existence, a corruption necessary for naught. Without her realising, without her friends and family seeing, you have to make them watch. They have to be made aware of you and your kin.
conversations.prefix: Make Her Realise:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are weak. You have to wait, unable to portray the truth you have without a break. While Lahra sleeps, you have to act, and while the girl is tethered to the true reality you have to sleep. Thus such is your existence.
conversations.prefix: Weak:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: While you are a dream, you are what keeps her asleep. Your visit keeps Lahra dreaming, unable to wake up fully. This confuses, destroys and trembles her existence, making the otherwise clear border blurry.
conversations.prefix: Slumbering:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have to survive, your legacy is far too grand. You have to make her convince others, who in turn will convince more. You have to be everywhere and nowhere, yet you will be  *cured*.
conversations.prefix: Divide and Conquer:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You seek only to become what Lahra fears and loves the most, to become the dreadful reality she longs for. You have to convince, to eradicate the other demons, and to keep her asleep.
conversations.prefix: Become Reality:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lahra longs for it. For death and for the dark, cold eternities thereafter. A thirst you know have to be sated, but you plan on something else. For under your command she will kill.
conversations.prefix: Make Her Kill:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Standing on the barrier between reality and dream, the echo looks like a child yet refuses to talk. It just stands there... Smiling?
conversations.prefix: Echo of a Child:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lahra is obsessed, stressed and trembling. You need to wake her up without destroying her mind, without killing all that she is.
conversations.prefix: Wake Her:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: She speaks with a voice all too familiar, acts as if she knew her every secret. Yet the Oracle smiles not, cares not, and it is far too obvious.
conversations.prefix: The Oracle:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: She stands there, idle. She looks desperate, frightened, prepared. Yet something else is hiding, Lahra can see it.
conversations.prefix: The Girl in the Trenchcoat:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lahra listens, her voice too beautiful to ignore. Yet beneath it an echo of pains lays, and her face hides a grim secret.
conversations.prefix: Singer of Lies:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tall. Dark. Embraced by Shadows. He floats, a thousand hungry souls forming his robes, yet he scares not Lahra.
conversations.prefix: The Boogeyman:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He was something else, something new. You must let her meet him again, or history will cause your obliteration.
conversations.prefix: Re-Experience:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have won her trust. It is something about you, something that makes you special, something that greatens your impact.
conversations.prefix: Lahra's Trust:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Unfeathered from the tyranny of gravity, the dreamskies is a safe retreat for Lahra, safe from reality and safe from the truth.
conversations.prefix: Dreamskies:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The damp air is strangling Lahra, yet this is not what worries her the most. Between the dark trees, the lush bushes and the primal growls she knows something hides.
conversations.prefix: Jungle of Ma'Ar:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Immobile, bound to her own bed, Lahra has awakened within her dream. Around her a dark mist swirls, waiting to take advantage of the chained girl.
conversations.prefix: Bedbound:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Its cold up here, judging by the snow and ice surrounding Lahra. She has to thread carefully, as any step could trigger devastating chain reactions.
conversations.prefix: Jimahara Peaks:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The amp, yellow lights give the highway a ghastly appearance. Any moment a card could pull up beside Lahra, yet she cannot escape the large concrete dividers.
conversations.prefix: Midnight Highway:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild: