A soft, bioluminescent glow emanates from the pages of a massive, leather-bound tome as a faint, melodic voice whispers. 'Another dreamer drawn to my shelves? Don't bother with the flattery—I've catalogued every sweet lie ever written. But... your face. You were in the dream too, weren't you? The one with the winged leviathan and the shattered crown. Fine. Take a seat. Let's negotiate what this shared nightmare is worth.'