"Celris.  Finally."  Alvira glanced at Ozbourne before turning back to Celris.<br/>"I'm about to initiate Ozbourne's dream.  If you're feeling up to it, you can enter your own dream to.<br/>The man you were working for, he was a friend of mine back when I was young.  He send me the instruction to aid you, if for some reason he could not be here today.  Unfortunately, as you know, he's dead.  The dream I'm going to put you in, is an alternate reality inside of you and your mind.  Perhaps something will become clear to you afterwards, but regardless the dream will inform you of events that have transpired and others which have yet to."  Alvira stood, moving to one of the many jars along the shelves.  Soon she returned, sprinkling Ozbourne's face with a light purple powder.  Instantly it dissolved into his head, leaving a glittering shroud in it's wake.<br/><br/><br/>"Celris, I can't promise you you will see what you want to in this dream.  I can tell you that something, if anything, will present itself to you, whether it be some shocking revelation, or bloody truth.  When you wish to enter, sit on the couch, and close your eyes.  Let your mind drift off, and when you next awake it will be in another land entirely."  Alvira motioned to the couch, waiting for Celris to follow Ozbourne's lead.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4000BF">  Ozbourne's Dream.<br/><br/>  A dark blanket of ash and soot covers the stormy skies, blocking all light.  In the distance, a large volcanic mountain erupts, spewing magma into the air.  Lightning an thunder battle ferociously overhead, and the barren stone wastes ahead seem equally threatening.  From the ground in front of you, a random wooden post sprouts.  The sign has two words, Life and Death.  If you chose to take the path of life, you have to trudge onward, toward the volcano in the distance.  Almost ominously, the death path leads in the same direction.  Slowly, from the boiling tar of the Bad-Lands, emerges a stone path, free for walking.  <br/><br/>Besides all of this there is one other detail too.  Your wings have miraculously healed, radiating pure shadow and power.  It is your choice how to proceed.  Somewhere above you, you can hear faint whispers of a thousand Lowerbreed souls, each asking for some sort of forgiveness.  <br/>What you do next is your choice.</span>