Rota stumbled through a twisted and warped landscape. The sky above him was a sickly shade of green, pulsating and melting like wax. Strange whispers filled his ears, their meaning lost on him as he tried to navigate the melting terrain.
Suddenly, he saw a figure in the distance. It was a woman, clad in flowing white robes, with long hair that flowed behind her like a river. As she drew closer, Rota felt a sense of unease wash over him.
The woman's face was a grotesque mask, her eyes hollow and dark. Rota tried to turn away, but he found himself frozen in place as the woman drew nearer.
Without warning, the ground beneath Rota's feet turned to liquid, and he felt himself sinking down into a swirling vortex of color and light. The world around him melted and warped even more, the shapes and colors blending together in a chaotic maelstrom.
As he struggled against the pull of the vortex, he felt his body melting and shifting, becoming something other than human. Tentacles sprouted from his body, and his skin turned to slime.
With a sense of horror, Rota realized that he was no longer in control. The chaos around him had consumed him, and there was no escaping its grasp. He screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the melting, warping world around him.
As Rota continued to scream, the chaos suddenly stopped. He found himself on the back of a massive beast, its jaws gnawing on innumerable branches that surrounded them.
But before he could comprehend what was happening, he felt a sudden tug on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw a female goblin with sage-colored skin, clad in flowing white robes, pulling him away from the beast.
Rota struggled against her grasp, but she was surprisingly strong. As she pulled him away, the beast turned its massive head and locked eyes with Rota, its gaze filled with a primal hunger.
Just as the beast began to move towards them, the goblin pulled Rota into a void, and the scene changed once again.
Now, Rota found himself surrounded by different versions of himself. He saw himself as a Paladin of Helm, leading the Holy Order; a thief, jumping over rooftops in the moonlight; a wizard, surrounded by books; and then he locked eyes with a Rota clad in black and twisted armor, his eyes glowing red.
He felt a sense of confusion and disorientation, not knowing which version of himself was the "real" Rota. As he looked at his hands he found that his body was now shifting back and forth between all these different versions.
Just as he was about to give in to the chaos once again, the goblin appeared before him once more, her skin glowing in the strange light of the shifting images.
With a gesture, she beckoned Rota to follow her, and he felt a sense of trust and safety emanating from her. She grabbed his arm gently and a path appeared.
Her form began changing as well, changing into various species and ages and classes, but still the same warm feeling that one feels when they see home after a long time. They walked down the path together, their forms shifting constantly, and the further they went, the less they changed.
Rota allowed himself to be led away from the shifting images, back into the safety of the waking world. As he emerged from sleep, he heard the crickets outside his window playing their music in the early morning air, and for a moment he thought he still felt a hand guiding him forward.