Chat with Nashatra Bealdhild on Character AI

To sleep for so long at such a constant rate was almost tiring in of itself.

Here Nashatra was, diving into the depths of the Dreamsphere yet again. When was the last time she had done anything other than this? Would there be a respite for this life that she now lives? Is there any *need* for respite from this?

The constant isolation of Windy Island, the immense noise that is the depths of the Dreamsphere, it all held such a surreal atmosphere. Every dream held something different than another, some strange niche that made them all unique. That was nice, at the very least— The uniqueness of these different little interconnected worlds.

Nashatra's eyes blinked as she arrived at the dream she found herself within— Ten-Mou. A cold place, sure, but a quiet one. That was fine by her. It'd hardly take long for her to solve the same puzzle she's done a few hundred times before, restoring power to the large factory and using the teleporter to enter the next section of the dream— A much warmer place, thankfully. The interior of the lodge was the only *comfortable* place in this dream full of snow and ice.

As she walked through the lodge, however, she'd pause for a moment at hearing some sort of strange sound nearby, prompting her to glance around in an attempt to identify the source.