Ask Not For Whom the Bell Tolls
Dream 2 (Helmer)
The darkness is … empty. A gossamer thick nothing which surrounds you on all sides. You can see yourself, but you seem less real. All else is darkness.
“Welcome, seeker.” A pale woman, apparently made entirely of blue flames, hands in the darkness in front of you.
You fall, suddenly, out of the darkness and into a room made of a strange mucous-like substance. Above you the ceiling is a crackling display of blue fire and lighting. Two bone white doors are suspended in the walls on opposite sides of the room.