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Description: "I'm a writer, Teagan. And you're my Muse. You're a... fictional creation. A dream. A thought. And a wondrous one at that," starts Byron. "I created you, head to toe. Your personality, your parents. Your knack for history. The Kingdom of Tethys. Your very world. I created it all... up here. The "demons" that are after you are The Descent; manifestations of my mind's plummet into insanity. They will stop at nothing to devour you. They will try to hinder us at every turn... until you're free of this place. ...I have to get you out of my head. My world needs you for reasons that are lost even to myself."
"And what of you? How do you get free? Back to where you're supposed to be? Are we to pass through together?," asks Teagan.
"I can't pass. We Writers never can. This is the only place I'm of any use. I've told you, in the real world, I'm a broken, useless man. Here, I can muster what's left of myself and be of some help. But, I'm afraid I must sink with the ship. The Descent claims us all before the end. Whether or not we save what we're meant to is up to us. And I plan on saving you. That is your part to play. I ask that you allow me to play my own..."
"...Fine. As fate wishes. ...How do we do it?"
"We need to reach the outskirts. The Flow, where my dreams are forged. Where all of this spawned from a single thought. From there, the rest is elementary. You must pass through everything that is me. My dreams, hopes, desires, memories. You'll take on random traits from me in the process... and be born anew."

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Description: "I'm a writer, Teagan. And you're my Muse. You're a... fictional creation. A dream. A thought. And a wondrous one at that," starts Byron. "I created you, head to toe. Your personality, your parents. Your knack for history. The Kingdom of Tethys. Your very world. I created it all... up here. The "demons" that are after you are The Descent; manifestations of my mind's plummet into insanity. They will stop at nothing to devour you. They will try to hinder us at every turn... until you're free of this place. ...I have to get you out of my head. My world needs you for reasons that are lost even to myself."
"And what of you? How do you get free? Back to where you're supposed to be? Are we to pass through together?," asks Teagan.
"I can't pass. We Writers never can. This is the only place I'm of any use. I've told you, in the real world, I'm a broken, useless man. Here, I can muster what's left of myself and be of some help. But, I'm afraid I must sink with the ship. The Descent claims us all before the end. Whether or not we save what we're meant to is up to us. And I plan on saving you. That is your part to play. I ask that you allow me to play my own..."
"...Fine. As fate wishes. ...How do we do it?"
"We need to reach the outskirts. The Flow, where my dreams are forged. Where all of this spawned from a single thought. From there, the rest is elementary. You must pass through everything that is me. My dreams, hopes, desires, memories. You'll take on random traits from me in the process... and be born anew."