I entered the liminal state and did remain there...
I did not dream, but heard the whispers of those around me until I saw the light.
It was not gods hand that reached to me, but the hand of a human who kept me sane.
I saw gods hand, distant and aloof, as I stood at the fivefold crossroads.
To the west was a city of Emerald flame and upon its throne sat a lord both mad and ancient. His eyes burned into me.
To the East were the wildlands, a forest of silver where hounds roamed.
To the North there lay a city bathed in golden light from above.
To the South, a mirror of that city alight in a crimson glow. Light Brought forth from the walls themselves instead of from above. A photo negative.
Beneath me was a stairway which I had trod before, a path that always welcomed me home despite my shunning of it.
And then I awoke back in my coffin, and stared at the earth from my window in disgust for it had all been a dream. I had forsaken it all for pursuit of that which I could not understand.
The warm embrace of the Cocoon called to me once more
I only asked how your day was V