A Grokfest
Nash:
What what the hell was that?

Ryvyr:
So why’d he lose his memory?

Amber:
We’re not sure, we think the queen had
Some odd spell on him to hinder his escape
His narrative’s so different that our science can't quite get it

Ryvyr:
Well then why pluck us from our worlds anyway?

Amber:
I’m really just an agent these decisions aren't my paygrade
We were trying to advance the human brain
But someone sent my bosses proof of realms like the unconscious
And now research of all sorts are underway

The secrets we are finding they are blowing our minds
And we're exploring truly great and wonderous things
It's true we cross the line but in the end we're the good guys
We will bring about an era made of dreams
Nash you must come with me for your narrative’s unravelling
You must save your dying world and go home

How about you take my hand
I’ll take you to your motherland
How about we talk about it as we go

Nash:
How about the answer’s no and now
How about you all go screw yourselves
How about I’m not a sacrifice
How about I live instead of die

How about I just don't give damn
About your stories and your stupid plans
How about I dream of how it ends
And i’m not your pawn, I'm not your friend

Me and Ryvyr here we’re going to go
Find her goblin friend and send them home
But I’m staying here, if my world needs help
You can go to there in my place yourself

Michael:
And so Nash and Ryvyr step through the painting Nash had made
Leaving Amber once more standing there, palm upon her face
But alas, what Nash there didn't know, there was a tracker on his spine
See, Amber could always trace him, she had chosen to give him time
But now things are gonna get crazy, so best just go and sit back
Cause Nash and Ryvyr are walking straight into Arcadia Corp Labs