As I converged upon myself, I [color:"yellow"]Poof[/color]-ed, just before slamming headlong into myselves. Together, in that instant before we converged into oneness, I overheard Lucidity complaining to me about me, and pretending to gather many mini-me's up in his lap and singing to them.
"What madness is this?" I asked myself, "that hath so tricked the minds of these, my trusted comrades? What madness strikes so quickly and thrusts the dagger of its mad deceit so vexedly into their hearts and minds, that Lo! e'en they do not perceive it for the phantom that it is? Like silvered glass, poorly congealed, it distorts and reverses meanings, making this thing fat and that thing thin, upside down and topsy turvy. And, thus befuddled, makes not sense but makes the senseless naughty?"
I sat amidst the deluded fools, each trapped in his own little web of lies, each convinced that danger has been averted and friendships forged and reinforced, when in fact their independent delusions drifted them further and further apart.
Even Hypatia, Polgara, and Lynn were trapped in some sort of ballet, dancing like spring nymphs around an imagined bonfire, gleefully pretending to strip off their imaginary clothes (although in truth, fully clothed at all times).
"Enough." I whispered. "The answer to this riddle lies elsewhere. And it is a good thing that elsewhere is not anywhere near here, because here is nothing but Cursed Madness."
[color:"orange"]A solitary BeeGee floated invisibly up and away, once again following his nose. But this time, his nose was not pointed toward the Imp Realm .... [/color]
