In her hands, the compass was aglow, casting light on her face, but Ling Qi didn't notice at first, because there at the end of an long open hall that descended into the face of the debris mountain she saw something floating in the air, casting a faint golden glow in the darkness. It was the dream idol, and light now glowed in slim crescents from beneath still closed eyelids. For a moment Ling Qi felt the urge to begin walking down the hallway.
On her shoulder, Sixiang sucked in a breath. "Oi, get outta here!"
At the muse's shout the idol winked out, and Ling Qi felt more than heard the distorted laughter echoing up from the tunnel as if from a thousand thousand voices.
"What was that," Ling Qi hissed.
"...That's nightmare territory down there, where the dreams have… curdled," Sixiang seemed a little unsure of her terminology. "I don't think you want to contend with a whole swarm of those things in their home territory yet."
Ling Qi pursed her lips and glanced down, the compass was pointing to the right, down a vine lined path made of decaying roofs and awnings