Somewhere in the Woods, Thursday

[suitably_heroic]

The stone's glow was beginning to grow. It was visible from greater distance now, at least if you were meant to find it: it soaked up dreams and memories, wove them into a spell that grew with every iteration.

If you dream them, they will come.

So it whispered to the dreamers. Over and over again.

[[ nfb, but feel free to come touch the stone if you haven't yet... ]]