[timsh19]
timsh returned every day to the grassy hill in lapsuus to fall asleep
and dream. The storylines of his dreams were continuous from day to day
with various characters and places returning, though often in slight variation.
Between trips to the hill to fall asleep under the sun and continue a
particular story, timsh would day dream, musing about the stories in unsatisfactory
awakeness. He anxiously returned to the hill whenever he could and
his awakeness was consumed with the desire to return and slumber. Now
in braelig, an outcast lost in the desert of screens, timsh kept pushing
through the infinitude. Eventually he tired and slowed his pace. Now there
were cubic silky screens in every direction as far as he could see.
The screens, each with an image, floating equidistant from one another
in the desert, receded in every direction to a rosy hue that merged with
the horizon.