[ he follows close behind her into the hallway, hand still on her back while he leaves the door open behind them as they slowly make their way through the empty hall. the sounds of screams and groans is more apparent out in the open, but they still seem distant; not a threat just yet. they walk by portraits and little hallway bureaus pressed against the wall, occasional large oval mirrors between the portraits ... only the mirrors seem to increase in their number the longer they walk. large and small and full body-length sizes, in ornate frames or just the glass itself, they soon take up the whole hallway before becoming the hallway itself. a hall of mirrors. the image in them is dim and dark, as everything else is in this level, but shapes become apparent when they approach and pass by them.
Dream continues to face forward, unconcerned with what the mirrors would show them, but Vanessa might notice something odd. rather than the pale human-like being with messy hair and blue eyes that she knows walks behind her, she sees different forms and faces, some right out of fantasy stories or a wild dream, figures with alien clothing and hooded cloaks with limbs that could not be described as human peeking out from the folds.
yet when she glances behind her, Morpheus is still there, still fair and pale and appearing oh so human. ]
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Dream continues to face forward, unconcerned with what the mirrors would show them, but Vanessa might notice something odd. rather than the pale human-like being with messy hair and blue eyes that she knows walks behind her, she sees different forms and faces, some right out of fantasy stories or a wild dream, figures with alien clothing and hooded cloaks with limbs that could not be described as human peeking out from the folds.
yet when she glances behind her, Morpheus is still there, still fair and pale and appearing oh so human. ]