[pre-Jaunt Liminal] It's that time again

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[Raidou's mental voice, as it usually is when matters Questing Country come up, is carefully neutral.]

Well, it's definitely that time again, because I've been dubiously "blessed" with another prophetic nightmare.

It actually felt like it belonged to someone else. It started as a peaceful flyby survey of Questing Country, with occasional interruptions from the Transformed Lands. However, there was a pervasive, continuous sense of wrongness, and of many eyes watching, unbearably. At the end of the nightmare, there was an island floating above Questing Country on which a white wolf with blue eyes was performing the tea ceremony. The wolf spoke in a solemn voice, saying:

"None Us Tis Call Is See More Room Air At Is."

I'm fairly sure the dawning horror I felt as I started to look down at myself in the dream just as I was waking up also belonged to someone else. I woke up before I could see just what horrified that person.

For what it's worth, I also asked about Questing Country requesting our presence in the suggestion box. When I asked if the place itself had, the answer I got was "Yes, and at the same time, a huge, resounding no," and when I asked if the no was from the people in Questing Country, was told that "Whatever the no was from, it doesn't even look like people."

It's not eldritch - I did ask - so there's that, at least. But it's still concerning.

[After a short interval, Raidou chimes in again.]

Also, things are apparently changing Backstage, but while the Spirit Companions are aware, they have not yet told the Oracles.