He lay motionless and emptied of dreams in the narrow crystal prison that encased his naked body. The conducting qualities of the piezoelectric mass channelled his stolen nocturnal ramblings to the cups of Hatheg-Kla. There the priests used the protoplasm as a form of 'Royal jelly' for the sacred young.

     This range was one of the few constants in these lands. At the peak of this memory of a mountain ancient fears manifested themselves out of the neurones and into the clouds.

     In other areas such as Lothar or Mnar the immigrants had had to bring with them memories of their own lands. Here some primeval recollection had already existed.

     One of the initiates looked up from its' meal. "The visitor came into our world via the Staircase of Leng".

     The priests nodded and the young creature continued, "a memory from the madness of the other world. A quote. 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on'..."

     The priests looked to each other, aghast at this utterance.