>Burst through wall like kool-aid man, punch dragon into next week
>Enter.
>Lord English already knew this was coming, and deleted your existence. Whups>You walk through the door, and into a vast, grassy field ringed with trees. It is immense, wider than than the island that the palace rests upon and in full bloom despite the autumn outside. You are aware of the door behind you, but you also know it is no longer there. You could step back, and only traverse this field.
>You kneel, then cross your hands over each other and kowtow. The air is empty, bearing no hint of the coiling, immense being that most people think of when they think of The Dragon. The uninformed would think you are alone here. You know better. The Dragon is not a being confined to flesh and bone. It is an existence greater than that. It is the air. It is the water and the soil. It is the flight of a lone butterfly and the lazy drift of mushroom spores caught in the wind. It is everywhere. But this place is where its will resides, where, should it choose to take a shape of flesh and bone it would manifest. But for now, it seems to be content not to bother with such things.
>You feel The Dragon is satisfied that you are here, and satisfied with your genuflection. You may sit up, and be at ease.
>It wishes to know if you are aware of what happened?
>_