Anaisa flinched as she stared around at the scene that looked frozen in ice. No one moved. Not the monster, not the people, not a blade of grass on the ground.
An utterly eerie stillness.
"Was it a mirage we saw, or does he know we're here?" She asked in a whisper.
The nearest human, a wart-faced deformed parody of a woman, turned her head slowly to look at the trio of newcomers.
"That's not unnerving in the slightest," Anaisa muttered. "Do we try talking to it, do we run, or just continue like normal?"
"I don't think there's any danger of the dream coming apart," Trace said thoughtfully. "Oftentimes it's the dreamer realizing it's a dream that destabilizes it the quickest, but this is by far the most stable dream I've ever set foot in."
"Is that good or bad?" Ben questioned from Trace's other side.
"I don't know yet. Let's get going." Trace pulled them forward.