[ VEIL ] shakes his head as he scales another of the endless black stone hills, trying in vain to dislodge the possession. The voice grows louder, despite his fighting against its permeation, and [ VEIL ] notices a multiplicity he hadn't before. The voice splits a thousand times, filling his head edge to edge with overlapping pleas for help, agonizing screams, calls of the void. He feels a heavy energetic force from the other side of the hill, and can see a faint glow from the water's edge. As he draws closer to the glow, aching body and weakened mind pulled by the psychic force of whatever hovered above the frigid water below, a low vibration makes a home in his bones. Electricity crackling in the marrow. Pure energy thrumming through the lifeless air, emanating from what [ VEIL ] could tell was a single crystal, suspended over the surface of water. He reaches the shoreline and sits just in front of the crystal, then feels the psychic pressure release.

Weighted, all-encompassing silence -- no voices, just pure energy and light pulsing in front of him.  A moment passes, then a voiceless thought enters [ VEIL ]'s mind: HOW CAN YOU SEE IT?

THIS CRYSTAL IS THE ANCHOR, THE HYPERLIGHT SPIKE THROUGH HEAD AND TAIL OF THE GREATER DREAM OUROBOROS.  IT IS INVISIBLE TO MOST THAT FIND THEMSELVES IN THIS REALM, AND THEY ARE QUICKLY CONSUMED BY ITS HUNGER.

A pause, [ VEIL ]'s mind plunging back into the deep silence for a moment.  The voices he heard were dreamers, stuck in this place beyond unconsciousness, consumed - body and mind - by the crystal.