Something had happened. We were gathered to discuss how to progress was going with SDL and how to deal with eh loss of half our branch when we all came too later, with this message, slightly different variations but same nonetheless throughout the branch. Aside from us, only SDL remained.
I am Scribe Delta, and for the first time after I joined the Library, an off branch of the Archive that doesn't know it's own purpose, I am afraid.
Diamond encrusted graffiti of this message. The birds and the girl gone, the boy lacerated and found barely alive in a critical condition.
What have we been dragged into?
Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.
Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.
Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.
Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.
Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.
Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.
Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.Do not shatter the Dreams. Do not enter Nightmare.
The Dreamer hath woken. Good Night.
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