Journey to the dreaming gulf can only described even in abyssal denizen terms; weird. Outsiders, true ones, do not sleep and dream normally. But entering to dreaming gulf is like entering world of dreams through howling windy chasm, once inside noises distort, growing fading, then screaming loud, random visions popping up here and there. Some real and some clearly phantoms and ethereal, scenery fading and reality itself distorting and shattering and restoring itself.<br/><br/>Galyxx easily navigates the layer, helping guide Torahime to right section in dreaming gulf;<em>The Sighing Cliffs</em>. It took form of cliffside, shaped like woman's bosom with upside view and shape of head and open gasping mouth which released a constant flow of air, which created a constant echo of faint moan of woman in bliss. Entrance to domain of<em>Xinivrae</em>, one surviving veterans who haven't been imprisoned from War of Ripe Flesh, one three succubi who are viewed as progenitors to the race besides Malcanthet and Shami-Amourae. Where Malcanthet and Shami-Amourae were quite similar in targets, both men and women, Xinivrae targeted only women. She preyed both mortal and immortals alike, seducing them, but more so she targeted specifically married or otherwise in relationship with a man. Seducing and tempting them to betray and murder their loved ones in bed to surrender to her instead.<br/><br/>Details how she lost are largely speculated, but lost she did and were sort banished to dreaming gulf by unknown means. Yet compared to any other threats Malcanthet fears her the most some reason, most to come into back full power. No doubt Malcanthet keeps close eye on her domain, including it's visitors some manner. But Galyxx and Torahime located the bored babau from a cave and killed the wretch before it could raise a alarm at all.<br/><br/>They enter the domain, a slithering pitch black passage where no light shines and constant warm and moist air caressed Torahime's body, coating it light layer of moisture before passage opens up into lobby of sorts, a cavern in crimson lights and air filled with scented perfumes. Floor was made from writhing flesh; living bodies of women (all ages, races and varied beauty) thrashing on ecstasy, writing on joy feeling Torahime's feet upon them. Making walking a challenging balancing task but not impossible. There was side tunnels, in dark purple shadows cast in walls which writhe and dance in erotic manner but there was pair of dark blue silk curtains which covered larger passage entrance and clearly led to larger chamber.<br/><br/>However before even deciding which way go, a voice spoke smoothly through telepathy;<em>"Come forward, I haven't visited visitors long time. You can walk out from here alive if you do not bore me...."</em>