1; you have, for whatever illadvised reason, decided to speak the words and summon the beast. way to go, you've managed to conjure a snappily dressed example of manic geometry. what did you want out of this, anyway? you're going to have to make a deal.
2; the collective unconscious is actually a fairly convenient psychic superhighway. it can be easy to get lost chasing memories or marvelling at neuroses: especially when the damned are dreaming. what's with that one about the carnival games staffed by all your exes?
3; players choice. pick your poison! literally, if you're up for it.
"Perhaps, but I'm not adverse to remembering it, either," he said simply, and tipped his head. His tophat maybe not a perfect match, but a thematic match. "What's your destination, then?"
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