Digging deeper.

I stole more than one deep breath of the tunnel air as I made my way through its glorious depths, healing the Archmage and protecting him as necessary. The mission to destroy the portal was a success.

Beyond that, there is little to say.

I have continued to dig deeper with this one. She assures me she is not insane, but I think she very well might be. I like it. We play, fortunately, though, not in sand. Not this time. If she invites me to the beach, I'll join her. I hope to take her to my beach, to where I grew up. I want to show her the platforms, the places I worked with my hands, where I increased my skill at sculpting both wood and stone, metal and glass.

She asked me how do I dream, if I do not sleep. I told her the truth, easily and without second thoughts of what might occur. I told her that perhaps this is a dream, and if it weren't, what dream could be better? She seemed happy with that answer.

I shall continue to dig deeper, who knows what treasures lie within this one. Certainly better than the glow within me.