<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2a/c0/94/2ac09413575b79799962d544b6d9d83d.jpg)</div><strong>Dramatis Personae:</strong>Geist<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>N/A<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>2nd Eadae of the Month of Forge, late evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em></em>Dream Sequence<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Bridgette |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Much like the other magical girls, Bridgette has had a long day, and eventually winds down for bed. Like some of her coven members, she, too, finds her thoughts drifting, interlacing with the memories of the crystal she is now very much bonded to.<br/><br/>She blacks out instantly upon her head touching the pillow. Consciousness shuts off; subconscious thoughts flow. She once more finds herself lost in a void, drifting aimlessly. Or, maybe not drifting? It’s hard to tell. “Nothing” is a difficult concept to grasp. Some philosophers even argue that by giving “Nothing” a name, they have created a “Something”.<br/><br/>Like in many places in the multiverse, time has little meaning here. She merely exists in the void for an undefinable length of time that could be years, or could be seconds, before she passes through a cloud (which is definitely not “Nothing”).<br/><br/>As she drifts through the cloud, she becomes aware of a new concept. In fact, it is the first time she even conceptualizes anything. And what is this glorious, empowering, awakening concept?<br/><br/>Fear.<br/><br/>What is fear? Why is fear? Where is fear? How is fear? Questions lead to questions, and new concepts. But no answers are immediately forthcoming. A short, question-laden eternity later, she passes through another cloud, and acquires a new concept: horse.<br/><br/>Like two atoms smashing together and making a new molecule, a new concept arises in the back of this thought-form’s mind.<br/><br/>Several eternities, millions of questions, zero answers, and several more concepts later, and an identity starts to form. They can even close their eyes and visualize it. But, maddeningly enough, there are still no answers. Why this form? Why do they exist? Where do these concepts come from? These are the most recurring ones.<br/><br/>What’s this rift? Ah, a new concept. Hmmm! This rift. Some other being made it. A new concept! There is more than just the self. Perhaps this “other” is where the clouds come from? Perhaps the “other” exists beyond this rift? Yes… yes! Finally, at long last, an opportunity to find answers!<br/><br/>The thought-form drifts through the rift. But, a creature of Thought can not exist in the Waking World. The rules of the multiverse do not allow this to happen. It must have a vessel to contain its Essence.<br/><br/>Concepts meld together. Horse, dragon, spider, horn, bone, fear. Leather, hair, spikes; fear. Teeth, light; fear. Four swift legs, a sturdy body, thick neck, long face. Eyes. How many eyes? Six eyes. Why six? That’s just another question to figure out.<br/><br/>Six glowing eyes stare out into this new world, analyzing and discovering dozens of new concepts every passing minute. But it’s not nearly enough to begin to make answers. Four mighty legs trod upon the ground, but it is clumsy. “Walking” is yet another new concept, yet another thing to learn.<br/><br/>And if she hasn’t yet realized it, then it is around this point that Bridgette becomes aware of the lucid nature of this dream. Yet, she can not seem to separate herself from the creature her mind has been attached to.<br/><br/>In the end, she has many choices, but one ultimate goal. What question is most important? What question does she find an answer to first?