>"Yes, yes, I suppose you're right."
>Let's get to bed
>Spurred by your kasha, you stand and stretch and head to your room. A few hours' sleep is definately called for, and your awareness ebbs into oblivion almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.
>You find yourself in a strange, dark place, moving forwards between two alarming walls. To your left is a towering inferno, a wall of fire that stretches up forever. To your right is an infinitely tall wall of water, rolling like the front of wave but never moving forward. Despite their size, the fire crackles quietly, like a campfire, and the stationary tsunami sounds no different than a brook trickling over stones. Bizarrely, their temperatures are reversed. The area in front of the wall of flame is cold, no heat from the flames, whereas the space before the wave is warm, even hot.
>At the end of this bizarre corridor of opposing elements, you spy the purple-haired Patchouli staring off into the impenitrable black abyss in front of her. "We have a choice." she tells you.
>You answer, "What is the choice?"
>"To walk through the fire and hope not to burn. To walk through the water and hope not to drown. Or to go forward, and hope there's something there." You come up to stand next to your neighbor, and find her eyes are the same as the miko who gave you the jade, as she stares unblinking into the darkness. "What would you do?"
