Sickly clouds made an angry yellow smear of the sun. Voiceless whispers crawled across ancient stone while shadows stabbed at any light foolish enough to touch the ground. Luna knew not how she had gotten here, only that it was some un-dream that should not be. A place as real as any other, a place which made mockery of dream and reality alike. A place forgotten, or perhaps one which demands forgetting. A dream not born of any mind, but traveled by minds lost.
A dream forbidden. For some dreams should never be seen.
An uncertain defiance settled upon her shoulders. Whatever the place, she had found it through her domain. The task set before her was one she could not ignore.